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Mimi's Poem
                                                      Mother, tell me there's a reason
                                                         For our swollen eyes
                                                        Chat blur these thoughts
                                                        Rolling in with the fog.
                                                       i stand, a solitary shadow
                                                        That matches my mind.
                                                       Reaching out in desperation
                                                      For the wisdom thrown away.
                                                       These hands that know not
                                                           How to write
                                                      Wait cupped for the tears that
                                                      Should flow, but I’ve forgotten.
                                                         And grown tired of
                                                         Trying to remember.
                                                        So I crouch and burn for
                                                        The return of your toucL
                                                          God, help us fill
                                                          This dying space
                                                       That calls for its love of Life.
                                                        Now we can only breathe
                                                           Sorrow, and
                                                      Suffocate those cries of hope that
                                                        Fade in this tender space.
                                                         I-ovc, teach us again
                                                        To embrace each other,
                                                       Hold on to life before it falls
                                                       So far wc regret missing it.
                                                       Don't let us spiral down from
                                                      This world, so twisted in itself;
                                                       Where lilacs can still bloom
                                                    And it takes an angel's failing to know .
                                                     Mother, tell me of hope and hold me
                                                    God, help us realize wc are life and to
                                                    Love, teach us the feeling of one's hand.
                                                We drift - link arms to stop the present from drowning.
                                                        Bell Funeral Home Inc.
                                                          571  Broad Street
                                                         Providence, R.I., 02907
                                                         Service - May 30, 2003


                                                    J n   J o .  W .m o rf  °f

                                                    Milagros Moreino - Aldoyn
                                                     " Magnificent Mimi "
                                                        May 24, 2003
                                                      L o r d   is   m y   s h e p h e r d ;   I  s h a l l   n o t
                                                   ^ w a n t .   H e   m a k e t h   m e   to   lie   d o w n   in
                                                   g r e e n   p a s tu r e s .-   h e   l e a d e t h   m e   b e s i d e
                                                   th e   s ti ll  w a t e r s .   H e   r e s t o r e t h   m y   s o u l:
                                                   h e   le a d e t h   m e   in   t h e   p a t h s   o f   r i g h t e o u s ­
                                                   n e s s   f o r  H is   n a m e 's   s a k e .  Y e a .  t h o u g h
                                                   I  w a l k   t h r o u g h   t h e   v a lle y   o f   t h e   s h a d o w
                                                   o f   d e a t h ,   I  w ill  f e a r   n o   e v il:  f o r  th o u   a r t
                                                   w ith   m e .  T h y   r o d   a n d   t h y   s ta f f   th e y
                                                   c o m f o r t  m e .  T h o u   p r e p a r e s t   a   t a b l e   b e ­
                                                   f o r e   m e   in   t h e   p r e s e n c e   o f   m i n e   e n e ­
                                                   m ie s :  t h o u   a n o i n t e s t   m y   h e a d   w ith   o il;
                                                   m y   c u p   r u n n e t h   o v e r .  S u r e ly   g o o d n e s s
                                                   a n d   m e r c y   s h a l l   f o llo w   m e   a ll  t h e   d a y s
                                                   o f  m y   lif e :  a n d   I  w ill  d w e l l  in   t h e   h o u s e
                                                   o f   t h e   L o r d   f o r e v e r .
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