Mary May Jones

Mary - Mary May Jones

Were you poor?

Or proud and humble.

Humble like pie

Or that sky overhead

Always there

Regardless.

Humble like wild jasmine

That grows through those

Tightly bound roses on

Straight stems

And smells like heaven

On Earth.

Because someone

I knew called Nanny

loved you

enough to

Remember and

Remember

To cry and cry

In your loss

So soon.

Penurious, lowly paid,

mediocre and needful?

Or brilliantly warm

All humble like a wolf

And proud like a lion.

Like grass in its steadfast

Pull to Earth and life.

Mary- Mary May Jones

In my veins I carry you

still, scarlet and ruby

jewelled  blood

as though your

time were longer

and priceless

and forever

and new.