By L F Anderson and D D Ames - 1981
Her door was always open
To each and every stray
Be it cat, dog, or kid
No, no one was turned away
She had some funny stories
You could listen to all day
About plain average people
A knack for telling in a special way
Books with hundreds of pages
Could never say nearly enough
About all the things she did
Just by being herself
When she was at her lowest
Only one tear did she cry
But never asked or pleaded
Lord dear Lord, why oh why?
Now she is at peace
And how lovely she did look
As grand as any lady
When they closed the final book
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