After Mary Ranney's Service - Poem by Bill Grace
The night after the funeral
I am still not free
Haunted in part by her memory
The realization of early death
Only yesterday it seems
A partner at the pre-service table.
Yet from the closure of candle, bread and wine
Words from her 'bunco' circle friend ring:
'Mary, it was not your time! '
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