MARY JANE
| A gentle, grey haired lady She was well known in our town Folks spoke about her broken heart And her unused wedding gown Everybody knew her story How her mind broke from the strain Sympathy was never lacking For the tragic Mary Jane Kind people understood her And preserved her fantasy When she claimed the month was April Kind people would agree She had stopped the clock within her mind The truth too hard to bear Her mind refused reality She saw people who weren't there She would converse with all her bridesmaids Though many had passed on She would not admit their passing She would not admit they'd gone Her wedding gown hung in a closet She kept it spotless clean And the small bows that adorned its back Were neat and so pristine Each day to gently air her dress She'd place it on a stand Her wedding was her every dream It was going to be so grand Her mind remained in April It would not move on to May And through all the years that followed It was April sixth each day It was the seventh day of April That started all her strife A wayward car ran off the road And claimed her loved one's life They were so in love it broke her It took all she had to give Her heart refused the future It had robbed her will to live For a time she was despondent Then one day she wore a smile It seemed to all the town folk She'd again found life worthwhile But her mind was only hiding It was not as it appeared Her mind and heart were hiding From the future that she feared Her sister tried to help her But she refuted every word She insisted that she'd marry On April, twenty third For years we'd see her walking Clinging to her sister's arm She'd smile 'Hello' to everyone She had her own sweet charm She would talk about her boyfriend Arthur was his name And though her parents didn't like him They would marry just the same They had gone through school together They had won each others heart They lived only for each other They were seldom seen apart She couldn't wait to start her family She said they'd start it straight away And her face lit up with gladness Watching children at their play That her boyfriend was still living Her mind would hold no doubt She kept a list of baby's names And carefully picked some out Each night was painful for her sister For Mary would insist That they check the invitations To see if someone had been missed From the time before that fateful day Her mind would not depart A life completely wasted By an aching, breaking heart Her mind trapped in that time zone Trapped in its self made cell She had loved her man completely Perhaps she'd loved too well Just before she left this mortal life Those praying for her said She began to talk to Arthur She claimed he stood there at her bed It could have been hallucination But her face was so aglow Perhaps Arthur was there with her That's a thing we'll never know She now has peace eternal Her heart freed from its stress And on the day they buried her She wore her wedding dress She is now at rest with Arthur She is buried at his side At last she has her husband And Arthur has his bride K.D. Abbott © 2009 |
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