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Memories of Martha
Ellen (Bancroft)
By Jarlath
Bancroft
Memories of Martha Ellen
It was just a box of old
papers
Left for all to see
What was hidden there
waiting
Had it been left for me
So many pictures to look
at
Scraps of paper, nothing
else
Momentoes of some happy
times
Memories now, nothing
left
Her life, just a bundle
of papers
Laid bare to be viewed
by all
Was it a life full of
interest
Or just a sorry tale
So many items to look at
So many thoughts left
unsaid
Was she this quite
gentle soul
Or lively and outgoing
instead
All these
items…..treasured
memories
Made happy times, I’ll
bet
Did this lady live her
life
With such a gregarious
set
Pictures of that bonny
babe
Holding her mother’s
hand
And later in life….a
maiden lady
Abroad in a foreign land
How strange it feels,
just looking
Invading her private
life
These photos of her
twilight years
Why was she never a wife
So what was her life
made up of
Would she have changed
if she could
Or was she content with
the way it was spent
Did she live life to the
full
And who will remember
her passing
This maiden lady, so
kind
Is she just a box of old
papers
Not a second thought in
one’s mind |
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