Mary, Mary Quite contrary Egressed from the East Indies A lost child Grief is a long hallway With sketches of pain Adorning the walls Hope is a drawer With a hidden key
Bottled-up Mary Lennox Jumps rope Out in the cold Hopscotching And exploring Follows the red robin Enters the garden Long forsaken Befriending life within Evoking life without With the one exception Of herself
Mary had a little plan "Might I have a bit of earth?" To plant And to chant To sow And to grow To return a loved one To both father and son To open the secret garden again And feel the inner workings Of her heart begin