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Where Love Abides

The smell of jasmine is in the air,
And I think of my precious grandchild,
Who will live in my heart forever,
Whose memory blows over me at will,
Like a warm summer's breeze.
And I know not whence it comes
Or whither it goes.
But I suppose
It goes where love abides.

Dedicated to Jasmyne Marie Snyder
June 16, 1994 - June 29, 1994
Kathleen M. Snyder
January 12, 1969 - June 2, 2010