Right after Mass
Stepped out of the church
And as she walked passed
Father McGee, couldn't help see
That Mary was shedding a tear
With the kindest of hearts
He wasn't quiet sure,
Where, he should start
The silents was broke, when McGee finally spoke
"What, is the problem, My Dear"
"Father forgive me
But late last night
My husband died sudden,
Right there in my sight"
McGee stood in shock, and barely could talk
Until he could work past the fear
"I know it's hard
But please do your best
Where there any last words
Or final request"
"Yes, 'PUT DOWN THAT GUN', while starting to run
But I'm not sure I heard him that clear"
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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