The Little Warrior Poem by Lore Me34

As the tears begin to subside

and my grief starts to lessen.

Memories arise of my friend

the little warrior.

No bigger than 4 foot 8.

Not a lot of muscle but stronger than most.

She had inter-strength mightier than Sampson.

She was the little warrior.

She never back down from a fight

and got up swinging when she was knocked down.

She was the little warrior.

Voice soft but powerful.

she made sure she was heard.

She was the little warrior.

MS was a battle she fought for over twenty years.

She fought it hard through the pain, hurt and fear.

She was the little warrior.

A week ago God told her she fought a good fight but her battle was done and He took her to rest in His arms.

She may be gone but her spirit will forever live on.

My friend Anne Marie Bochnovic will always be...

The Little Warrior.