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Memories of Mary

As I look out the window, across a small narrow ridge

I could see the autumn tones near the Sydney harbour bridge

I had travelled for hours to be in this city

To cradle this new born, a place in North Sydney

In this small apartment, the noise could be heard

Of trucks and trains above which are simply obscured

I look down at Mary with a bow on her lace

A sweet looking curl just above her cute face

As time passes, the next memory of her

Is in a swim race, not far from East Worcester

Swimming down lane 8 with her sister in front

She tapped the last tile, to finish with a grunt

Although determined, focus was her game

She turned to God’s believe, no fear, no pain

She proved to us all she’s no longer a child

A dedicated girl with a heart and a smile

As memory serves, when I saw her last

Preparing a feast which turned out a blast

With a knife in one hand and a lobster in the other

She still had time for her pesty little brother

She was no longer a girl that I once knew

She has become well balance and true blue

With her curls draping down along her nape

It had defined her beauty and her shape

As time goes on, I received a letter

Finished her studies and heals for the better

She’s found love which is certainly fabulous

She now becomes, a bride in Los Angelos

I’ve travelled a long way to see her before

Although, this time I’m on a different shore

I hope one day, I will meet her progeny

Perhaps in a special place in North Sydney

Love from Uncle Andy