She from the little she had.
Has put in all she had to live.
If we give all we have we never will be sad.
Of course , we never do, we just carry on.

I dreamt last night that I met my father.
Dead nearly 30 years but every feature clear .
I introduced him to a by passer .
Then he was gone but he told me to appreciate every day, my dear .

In my dream I asked the Virgin Mary to help my wife.
To transfer her leg pain to me .
Next morning I went for a run, fell over, my leg in pain,  that’s life.
Be careful what you ask for , you see.

We may not have much to give.
But it’s in giving that we receive.

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I met my father
How clear are the dead in dreams
As if never gone

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See Luke 21: 1-4