"Mary, Mary!"

February 28, 2015

Mary Mary

They say contrary

Must be scary

They always ask

How does your garden grow?

Not Silver Bells

No Cockle Shells

Nor Pretty Maidens

In A Row

But From The Hell

You've Been Through

My Precious Boo

As A Child

Stolen Smile

Mama Wild

Tor-Men-Tu-Ous

Environment

Not Relevant

Your Innocence

No

Deliverance

Watered Eyes

 Saturate

Seed You Plant

Sown So Deep

In Your Soul

What I'm Told 

Dreams At Night

Your Garden Grows

Is What I'm Told

Of What You've Sown

Garden Grows

What Do You See?

Yes My Child

What You Want To Be

Now Go My Sweet

My Little One

On Da

Run, Run, Run, 

To The Fields

Your Garden Grows

With Pretty Maidens

In A Row

Flowers High

Up To The Sky

Where You Bloom

And Never Die

Just Multiply!"

~by Lolita Jackson

To Murrrrrry!  (Daughter)

"Success Requires No Explanations!"

~Napoleon Hill