Her Name Was Mary

She came on a boat as a young girl of nine
And she lost a sister at sea
She spoke not a word of the language she heard
When she came to the land of the free

She raised a large family, ten children in all
And the kids never knew they were poor
She made something from nothing, soup from flour and milk
Scraps of cloth became clothing and quilts

And her name was Mary
She was married to John at the tender age of sixteen
She worked hard all her life
As a mother and wife and she never complained so it seemed
To me, to me, to me, to me

I remember my grandmother’s hands
As she’d tat and she’d sew and quilt
With those small wrinkled hands she would pull me aside
And she’d make me feel special to her

Her arms stretched as wide as the ocean
Her heart was as big as the sea
Her love seemed as bright as the sunshine, to me, to me.
She believed in angels, who helped her along
Through the difficult times, through the frailties of age
And the failings of her body and her mind.


My Grandmother’s memories drifted away
The stars in her eyes, they grew dim
The language she heard, it seemed foreign to her
Like the days when she came to this land.

Day by day she slipped through our fingers
The disease drew her further away
‘Til the angels she loved gently lifted her up
And they brushed away all of her pain


And her name was Mary

Copyright 2007
Carol Harm, Kathryn Ripp, Lauranne Bailey
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