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Is Mary Really Gone

IS MARY REALLY DEAD, MOTHER? Father! I can't see mary and her little china doll Mother! Where is mary, my little pretty angel? I saw her battled desperately last night with a Worldly handsome manclothed in white gown Where is she now? Where has she gone to Mother, why are you clapping your hands And tears dropping angrily from your eyes? Why do you shake your Head and soliloquize All Alone in the closet When you ought to get Ready for the morning journey as usual? Has anything happened To jelwery, tell me i Can bear the pains not to shout and Cause? She wasn't in our midst this morning to sing The high praise to usas usual. Her bed is in commotion, her room in disarray. Her slippers haven't spoken to anyone on the staircase. I could see her clothes weeping in her room The curtain, window, wardrope, all quiet and sad When is mary. Coming home father? Is mary really gone, mother? An african princess she was, The flower of my heart whose leaves blosom With sparklingeyes that radiate With illuminious Hands. We played along, cracking theair With an ageless Butterfly heart ready to change our cause among The unbelievers My love was young, hers was much younger We tatooed Our Smiles with a golden jelweries Made for the prince until the air took her away Mary come back home my heart seek You Do not break the ageless treasure Of our Soul Why is death the Only gift life could Offer? The animal called man in battle to conquer Yet no hope seen by as all perish gradually. Come home my dear mary Mother wait you in tears around your room In your closet is father supplicating to your chi When are you coming my dear Mary? My heart beat fervently to see you again Hope and faith to seek in resurrection day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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