Mary
The MARY most close to me
Was my maternal grandmother.
This MARY'S love for me was unrivaled.
And to me, she compares to no other.
During my early teenage years,
I did garden work for a lady named MARY.
Under her employ, I learned about flowers.
This MARY taught me to value hard work.
Another MARY gave birth to Jesus.
One MARY loved to sit at Jesus' feet.
Yet another MARY saw Jesus first
After he arosed from the grave.
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