Ode to Caroline


When we were children,
I thought that she
Was a horrible brat,
'cause she was mean to me.

When in our teens,
At a Girl Scout outing.
She came to my rescue,
When she saw me pouting.

From that day on,
I knew for a fact,
That my big sister,
Always had my back.

An amazing mother,
A loyal friend,
Loving Grandmother
Right to the end.

Those who have loved her,
We are quite a few,
Know we'll see her later,
For now, that must do.

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