All through my life,
Whenever I thought of you,
I would see streaks of silver.
You glistened, you shone, you dazzled.
Friend of my mother.
Heart of wisdom.
Soul of impossible kindness.
All through my life,
I wanted to be just like you.
I Still do.
You were the woman I looked up to.
Brave, funny, bold.
Unashamed of everything that made you
What you were,
Frightened of nothing.
Strong, kind, gentle,
I idolized you, and you never once faltered
From the pedestal I placed you on.
My female inspiration,
My moral compass,
My Godmother,
My friend.
My very own Silver Lady.
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