Mary, A Special Lady

Mary, A Special Lady

© by Bud Lemire on June 23, 2016

She wakes from a dream, she wants to go home

That's where she is, and she's never alone

A smoke on her cigarette, a sip of her tea

Time spent with this special lady, was what happened to me

She'll tell it like it is, a great personality

And a wonderful heart, as I've known it to be

She loved looking out the window, on a sunny day

Intelligence was in her, in every single way

Our time was limited, on the time that was spent

Yet I felt lucky, of the time that was lent

The News, Family Feud, and The Andy Griffith Show

Those were shows we'd watch, and then my time to go

“I don't eat much,” is what she'd always say

She's settle for a grilled cheese sandwich, made my way

A few chips and a pickle, and that would do

She'd eat it all, until everything was through

When I first met her, she said I was an interesting guy

I played music that she enjoyed, and the time would fly

She felt comfortable with me, considering I'm a man

I listened to her stories, from within her life span

I'd read Hagar The Horrible, for her to hear

It would make her laugh, a smile and a cheer

It was always an honor, to know her for our time

This special lady, Mary, was a wonderful friend of mine

Whenever I came in, she wouldn't hear me and called me

Sneaky Pete. We always had a lot to talk about and I found

she was a very wonderful lady. It was always so easy to give

her a hug before leaving for the night. She was always thinking

of her love of life, Forrest. I know she is now dancing in Heaven

with him. I am sure he was waiting to take her hand as she crossed

over. She is now happy and free of the burdens she had here.

Thank you Mary, for being a wonderful friend of mine.