Mary, A Good Friend

 

Mary, A Good Friend

© by Bud Lemire on Jan 28, 2025

We first met in the park, when we were five years old

With the same last name, but all would later unfold

Were we related, would we ever know

Time would tell, but first we had to grow

The first LeMire Doctor in Escanaba, died tragically

His parents were a LeMire, and a Pinard, you see

My Grandparents, were a Lemire and Pinard too

Their connection to each other, was unknown to me and you

Over the years, we'd meet now and then

Stop for a chat, and ask “How you've been”

As we got older , it continued this way

Until we came to 2025, and that is today

We did find out, her LeMire lineage comes from Nicolet

If you pronounce the T, you're not French I bet

That's in the distant past, let's move ahead

I don't like seeing Doctors, it's something that I dread

I was pushed by a cousin, and by an Angel that I love

To be checked out for a cough, I was being watched from above

Mary was a distant cousin, but she was also a caring friend

She offered to drive me, until I was on the mend

Thank you Mary, my cousin and my friend

I appreciate your help, now this poem can end

Mary, thanks for giving me a hand when I needed it.

I appreciate the three days that you helped me out

when I needed it. Thanks for being a caring friend

and cousin.