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A Tribute to Dot Rogers and Her Courage to never give up. Stopping to look tonight, to where the past shares insite Her face there, shining like a crystal sea, I know she cared for me She met me when my boyhood knew nothing of being a man my growing up glimpses of her, inspired me to be who I am Giving Her husband pure respect, always a hug round his neck He was "jolly" happy to come home and see her after his long day and us kids flocked to her front yard, not wanting to miss Her blushes as he greeted her with a big hug, a pat and a kiss Her love is genuine, I learned to love watching her love him Her inner reserve, Her faith over time, like mother earth she is calm Somehow she knew, that when a woman inspires from above Life's blessings are hearty and always rich in God's love There will always be much-a-do about the road less traveled And I am one of the fortunate few who traveled her road or her mine She has gone through dark shadowy valleys more than once I sense her endless nights in prayer and see utter triumph Thank you Dear God, for this day of inner retrospection Thank you for Your sweet kind child, Dot Rogers, my next door lady Who always instilled when I was growing up, to not give up And reflected through quiet prayer, that God is always there Robert A. Flaspoehler Copyright ©2002 Robert A. Flaspoehler 
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