( / Monaghan, Ireland)

Mary Jane Died Last Night

The younger sister
Of the second wife
Of my dear friend
Of forty-five years
Died last night.

You didn't know her.

She died at fifty-six;
For many that's younger,
For more that's older;
For us, we knew her.

I really don't know why
I brought it up;
I shouldn't bother you.

She was...
a daughter, a sister,
a cousin, a niece;
an auntie, a mother,
then a grandmother;
There are many like her,
But none other.

There's more. She was...
a friend, a true friend,
a lover and healer;
a soul mate,
a life mate,
a wife and confidant.

Yes. Such women
We know well.
But you didn't.
Did you?

Well, she died last night.
Just thought you might
Like to know,
Mary Jane died last night.

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Comments (14)

A par for originality I enjoy readin this poem thus the topice is one of sadness.Beatitiful tribute
Well, she died last night. Just thought you might Like to know, Mary Jane died last night ..... beautiful
Nicely done. I have lost friends and family members as well. This kind of resonates for each one of them. Thanks.
After reading this poem I condole the death of this lovely woman, may her soul rest in peace! Amen!
Francie, I was deeply moved by your heart wrenching ode to a very special human being. And your earthy style of writing. Mary Jane would be proud! Thank you for sharing your pain. And my condolences.
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