Remembering Mary Black

Poem by Calvin Black

If it was Christmas or Thanksgiving,

Or even working in the summer,

The tireless drive to phoenix

Our spirits refreshed by your supper

There was magic in Tita’s touch,

and sunshine in her smile.

There was love in everything she did

And she did it with style

We watched countless movies far into night

Finally knocked out waking up to the smell of delight

To a beautiful life,

Comes a happy end,

She died as she lived,

Everyone’s friend.

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