(7 September 1876 - 22 June 1938 / Auburn, South Australia)

Joy (For Joy)

To embody a name so well
your mother a prophet beyond measure

Did she foresee
the rays of sunlight would precede your entrance
the cherubs who throw envious glances at your smile

Could she have known that all who you meet would be
blessed by the sound of your

that you would become
a treasured daughter

Like your mother,
I hope that time would stop it's interminable spinning
to keep you here
a while

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