Mary Clair

Mary Clair
Long silent nights be for Mary Clair
Widowed women of golden hair
With morning crisp from fresh night frost
Of this brings memories of dear husband lost
She shares time now with solitude
Until upon the gates -end of life she call’s
There with silent tear – dear husband waits and whispers
Come home to me my dear Mary Clair

By
Paula Cattermole written 28th/feb/2000 in memory of my dad who died a week before my birthday xxdad


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