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Mary, you are the bird inside the hand Of St. Francis in the garden where he stands. Handwriting, a birth mark, and a quilt, Mother to my mother and to me. And to me. Mary, you are the mason jars in spring, The kitchen with the view across a hill. First memory is a Bible verse in song, The organ while my family sings along. We sing along. And on the calendar when I leave A little note for you, so you see When I'm gone, I never go too far. Your heart is my heart, Your blood, my blood. When I'm gone, I never get too far. Mother to my mother and to me. |