Mary Fran Poem by Serena Silenced

She took a shaky breath
And allowed it to slip free.

There was nobody there-
But she had her rosary.

She’s being buried in a circle of rings.
She had no doubt of what death brings.

Never been a mother nor a mans wife.
She clung to the rosary as she let go of her mortal life.

She dedicated her life to god in a search for perfection.
She led a full life in our recollection.

Vows of poverty, chastity, and of obedience.
Helping others in need no matter the difference.

She held her post during a revolution.
If there was a problem- she had faith to find the solution.

Crossing over into a warmth of glorious light.
She had her wool socks on-
So she’ll be alright.
=)