Death’s Ruler

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Some say she died to young,
I say she lived enough.
But she was only a child,
I know.
But i do not measure time,
As most do,
For what you measure in years,
And months,
And days,
I measured in love,
And faith,
And Wisdom.
For what you measure in age,
And grade,
And skill,
I measure in courage,
And strength,
And sacrifice,
Through all of this do you see,
Why she belongs with me?

This poem was written/submitted by Jaz Brown.

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