Mary Christine Lucas Poems

His guiding light,
Is out of sight.
But so are our eternal organs,
And yet we know that they are their.
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Don't be sad my children,
for I've lived a good life.
I've been your Aunt, your sister,
and my beloved's wife.
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To be able to give without saying,
or to say without giving.
Would leave one always guessing,
and wondering if the person that they,
...