the only thing in her live that was right,
when she had given up on her daily fight
a time when she survived each drunken night going home forever alone
Mary sat still by her silent phone.
She was overjoyed, completely in love
God had given her a good man to love
Planning a wedding did not take long
Married at Fifty Seven to a cherished song
The wedded bliss a joyous throng
happiness like this did not belong
Mary had not known a life such as this
they started the day with a gentle kiss
John took the Jag for its yearly check
It passed without fault and was on its last trek, the brakes failed at fifty the car was a wreck, Johns car was crushed and now he is dead.
They telephoned Mary who was expecting Johns call instead there was a policeman who introduced himself as Paul
He broke the news that Mary would not hear
What she heard cut her deep as she crumbled round into an emotional sphere
gone was her moment, her love, her world, gone were the dreams of a little girl.
Mary died the day he was killed.
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