Mary laid her aces down
hoping they would be enough,
Had placed her world on the line
in-between her precious "stuff".
She'd worked in her parents fields,
walked to school when times were tough,
Never had much for herself
but what she had was her "stuff".
Made a friend and built a life
in a house upon the bluff,
Filled it with all her charm
and each piece of her loved "stuff".
Sang her heart out in the church,
prayed through the times that got rough,
Never threw away her faith,
never parted with her "stuff".
Hubby lost his sanity,
the youngest left in a huff,
Still she held on to the home
and all of her treasured "stuff".
Days moved quickly into years
while she lived just off the cuff,
Spent most times inside the house
caring for all of her "stuff".
She left this earth quietly,
found her on the carpet's tuft,
Laid out with a smiling face,
surrounded by all her "stuff".
Family knew what she'd like
and made sure it was enough,
See that hall upon the hill?
It holds her and all her "stuff".