Mam Sid Poem by Loidz Mythought

A woman of strength, unwavering and bold,
Facing fire with courage, a spirit untold.
She walks on waters, braves the unknown,
Not a god, yet her power is shown.

At morning's light, her ballpens align,
Tucked in her pocket, each one assigned.
Her name marked clear, a sign to see,
That no one may take them, they're hers to be.

Work rests in your hands, your path to explore,
When shadows fade, new lessons pour.
Day by day, with time you'll find,
Knowledge and wisdom intertwine.

One day, you'll stand where great ones tread,
A PPS member, as Mam Jeanne once led.
Remember the Work-I, its lessons so true,
Engrave it within, let love guide you.

For soon, work will not just be what you do,
It will grow, become a part of you.
So tlaa—until fate calls our names,
In another time, another place.