2006
Two-thousand six, I bid you adieu.
Though there were rough times, I do not fault you.
You nurtured the love that you did not create
and started healing the wounds of hate.
Caught as the victim of lies and deceit
You reminded me again that love has hate beat.
Hatred no longer has a place in my life.
It took with it the anger and strife.
Two-thousand six, you showed that you care,
by nurturing friendships, and a love that is rare.
Healing four minds and hearts affected by trauma.
One is myself, and three call me Momma.
You brought us change that was good for us all.
An end to addiction, and a move in the fall.
The finality of closure gave us much needed peace,
And "the best Christmas EVER!" according to three.