Not necessarily the captain, but a trusty First Mate,
Making sure we crew members understood our orders,
Making sure we kept the vessel Kinship on a steady course.
Through young womanhood, she was the strong, sturdy anchor
That held us firmly in place when gales of gloom threatened;
We knew her solid, trustworthy embrace would hold
Against all storms, all troubles, all problems.
Approaching the Biblical mark "three score and ten,"
She still stands tall 'mongst women, childen, men;
A brilliant beacon, pointing out the way
For all of us to reach that bright new day.
Lovingly dedicated to sister/cousin
Alma Jenkins Hall (Big Sis)
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