we drove by saint mary's all the time.
and this was no different today,
than the last,
but I saw mary,
in the window that night,
and it was all a flash as we drove by,
as I said we did all the time,
but this time,
I saw the ****** in the night,
each and everyday I wonder,
why did I see her,
why didn't I greet her,
I wonder why she was there,
or if she was as scared,
as me,
I question myself everyday,
like did you really see,
Mother Mary?
I cannot explain what I saw,
Mary had not spoken to me,
as she just appeared to me for a moment,
as I was shocked to see her disappear so quickly,
the view of the hospital window she was in was fading,
I clutched a set of my grandmother rosary beads she gave me to fix,
in my hands there all I felt the whole car ride back,
as I kept bringing back the image of Mary,
and her outstretched hands,
the silhouette won't fade from my memory,
I constantly try to find out why,
she decided to appear to me,
we drive by saint mary's all the time,
and I look for her in the window before it fades away,
as we drive by,
and I haven't seen the room light up,
since the time she appeared to me,
but I will still wait for her every time we drive by.
it's true. and I will look for her every time we drive by, until I die.