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            This girl has been my partner,                               
                                                         My friend, most of my life,                                  
But most of all, I’m proud to say 
She’s my beloved WIFE.   

 She’s there for all her family,   
Like her, there is non other,
A confidante and trusted pal 
To us, she is our MOTHER       

We’ve loved her since before her birth,
As any parent ought to,    
We loved her then, we love her now,  
She is our precious DAUGHTER.   

 We might have had our differences,   
 At times would not have missed her,    
 But blood has ties that can’t be broke,  
 She’ll always be our SISTER. 

I have not known her very long  
I know her through my mamma
Quite soon though, I’ll be sharing her,
 To me, she is my GRANDMA.

We’ve known her various lengths of time
On her we can depend,
We’ve worked, had fun and spent some time
To us, she is a FRIEND.

So now this girl, who special is,
Her titles, she’ll defend,
Of  WIFE and MOTHER, DAUGHTER great,
Of SISTER, GRANDMA, FRIEND.

But one more title she has earned,
’Twill last in years, just ten,
Since five decades have passed, she’s a
QUINQUAGENARIAN
                                                           Colin Ross

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