Mary Carolina. My Grandmother Poem by Patti Masterman

Mary Carolina. A blue sky of a name,
And she could whistle; carry a tune for days-
for all the seasons, in her special ways.

She buried a daughter who was only seven,
And made downy biscuits white with leavening.
Everything she touched seemed to thrive;
She touched me, back when I was scarcely alive..

She touches me still, though it's been many years
(And came back once to say, have no fears..)

Mary Carolina, we'll never forget you-
You brought a touch to earth, of heaven..


(written to Caroline's Lullaby, by Clement D, Daydreamer Music)