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A pocket full of love
Her pockets full of love
And a little bit of luck
The memories of time and
A baby blue truck
Young mother on a journey
Finding new friends and faces
Across the country
Some far away places
Staring out the window
And up at the stars
Sleeping on the road
To the hum of the car
Many adventures
She has shared with me
Wisdom and lessons
She has helped me to see
Her spirit is wild
Like all artists through time
Her passions are many
Her gifts are sublime
From nature to people
She sculpts what she sees
Some even speak
Like wind in the trees
Passed on to me
The gift of my art
I am forever thankful and blessed
For each part of my heart
Wherever we each shall live
Or travel in our day
We can each take peace
We're just a plane ride away
I will miss her very much
As she makes her way out
But I'll see her very soon
Of that, there is no doubt
by
Jame Sullivan
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