Denison Witmer
"Grandma Mary"

Mary, you are the bird inside the hand
Of St. Francis in the garden where he stands
Handwriting, a birth mark, and a quilt
Mother to my mother and to me, and to me

Mary, you are the mason jars in spring
The kitchen with the view across a hill
First memory is a Bible verse in song
The organ while my family sings along, we sing along

And on the calendar when I leave
A little note for you, so you see
When I'm gone, I never go too far
Your heart is my heart
Your blood, my blood
When I'm gone, I never get too far

Mother to my mother and to me