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poem for all mothers

Her Name was Just Mary

one missed mother

Her name was just Mary, so common a name
Mary and goodness were one in the same

Bud was he called, who loved Mary dear
Remembering her beauty for many a year

Sixty to total, a life time for sure
Not always so pleasant, not always so pure

The days of the past told different by some
To Mary and Bud, the difference was one

Memories recalled, he told with a sigh
Told different by each, till the final goodbye - Handpainted and Customized Canes