A dedication to the woman among the monks.

In your last days, I felt the Goddess present with you.

At the end of your battle, I feel that you've won the war. 
You are now with your 'sisters' 
I think you are an elder in the eternal gardens of the Palace. 
In your sombre monastery robe, you now watch from the peaceful place over your children
over the child I personally Love. 
I will remember the days in the rich house.
I will remember the yellow room I slept in as a child. 
I will remember your voice and your gestures
and I will remember to call upon you as an ancestor of power. 

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