Letter: The day Mary passed away
It finally hit me
The house is gone
The kids are gone
Mary and Jim have passed away
To focus on Mary is what this poem is about
This giant, so small
Is a legend to all
Kind, caring, warm, intelligent
A sweet unassuming treasure
A writer, photographer, storyteller
Head held high
Her glasses, well you know
Her modesty and friendship
The old Aspen glow
Mary never changed
As famous as she was
Her rhubarb, photos, postcards
Books, cookbooks and newspapers
Wonderful Mary
To the post office she goes
With her cart or buggy
always in tow
That visual, in my mind forever
Around Aspen, little did she know
That her spirit will be here
Wherever we shall go
Thanks, Mary.
Ruth Harrison
Aspen
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