When I think of Mary
Blessed Mother of Jesus
I hope she remembers my
Even when I needed coaching
When meditating on the Mysteries
Of the Sacred Rosary
Of the Blessed Virgin Mary
May we imitate what they contain
And obtain what they promise
Through the same Christ our Lord
All these things like Mary
I keep locked in my heart
My mother’s cornflower blue eyes
Awake and aware in her last hours
No one can absorb my grief
But Mary gives solace to my heart
May she cool the fevered brow of my mother
Thank You Lord for the look of love we exchanged in the last days
And the words of love
My remaining relatives are tough
No soft place to fall anymore.
There is little tenderness around
The tenderness is stored up in my heart and soul
I don’t know what to do with this love stored in my heart
Mother Mary please help me put it to good use
I have dishes and cards and music and photo albums
Please move me forward to a place where it’s safe to look back.
I’m Pat’s and Bernadette’s daughter
and they are with me still.
I’m on my own now but I was once loved and cherished
Their love sustains me now.
Mary all these things I keep in my heart.