Here i tell the story
of the beautiful Mary wood
a happy tale it is
a thought i wish i could
a sad story i tell
about life and death
this poem is not of happiness
but of one full of dread

she grew up in the city
a neighbor on each side
an abusive mother and drunk father
from her family she would hide
she loved to read and
alone time was a must
but she never knew what was
the true meaning of trust
always afraid
to make a friend
for her household bruises
were a constant trend
mary thought alone
she would ultimately spend her life
but how she hoped to be become
into such a charming, young wife

until the summer
of her eighth grade year
the day she met the boy
that removed all her fears
young they were
but immature they were not
catch fireflies they would
but it was true love they caught
the first time their lips met
mary was sixteen
she was young, tall and pretty
he was mighty, strong and lean
they fell in love on
a warm september night
for the first time in her life
mary thought everything would be alright
they talked about the future
they talked about their past
to be grown up they wished for
they didn’t care how fast

until a moment that halted
beautiful Mary’s life
a disease had struck her
preventing her from becoming a wife
her beauty drifted away
her sparkling eyes became dull
her humor was the last to go
oh, how she craved to change it all
she told her boy
that she’ll always be with him
to move on without her
she instructed in a tone of grim
and on that day
it would be Mary's last
and now the boy only looks of Ms. woods
as a girl in his past