Dear Mrs. Mateson

You have long since moved on

But it feels as though you still belong

Who among us could argue

With such a persistence

While you swept across your veranda

Serving crisp lemonade and tea

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The light always shone through

During your weekend trips away

To places I've never dreamed

But with great radiance you would return

Filled with bright words and a clear mind

Serving us lemonade and a memorable time