Our Mary
Our Mary who art in heaven that will be her name
Since you left the earth this family hasn't been the same
We forgot about can salmon, collard greens, sausages, okra, tomato, and rice
We don't even remember sweet potato bread, coconut custard pie, sit up gossiping late night
We can't even acknowledge how the food from your soul held us together
These days we on our own path don't got time for each other
Every Sunday, holiday, even during the week you brought life
Your where the best grandmother, your bond with each one of us was tight
Oldest granddaughter, they called me on the phone that's how I had to hear
I'm so sorry I wasn't there
I heard our GOD call for you mid-day, it was in your sleep that's how he took you away
We see it as a sad death, but in reality, he took you gentle, easy, slow, show's your so blessed
He didn't want you to hurt
O!!! But when they sat your coffin in that hole and covered it with dirt
All your energy, to us it came
We were the one left in pain
Our Mary who art in heaven that will be her name
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