Not lonely, loved her family.

Not alone, but strong enough to do it on her own.

A radiant soul, free as a breeze,

brought everything to a halt with ease.

Her eyes could chill you to the bone,

her smile could warm your soul.

Lonewolf, gone but never forgotten by your

Little Bear, Butterfly, or Dove down below.

This poem is about: 
My family


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