This is an ode for a woman who had so much love stored in her soul that it would have made the worlds of those who touched her a beautiful place if cherished. This is an ode for a woman whose protective wings could stretch as far as one needed - if one needed love, they wrapped up around them in a cozy embrace, if one needed shelter they hovered above so that those in need would have been protected against the harsh climate of the physical and mental realities. This is an ode for a woman who had never given hope that someday, somehow those whom she had been loving unconditionally, (two generations who owed so much to her) would love her back the slightest of the way she loved them. This is an ode for a lonely woman who never put her loneliness forth; who was never loved the way she more than deserved.