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| Simple Gifts For The Blessed Mother Mother Mary, how often I passed by, a little boy on errands or at play, warmed by the sight of you enshrined, loving you in my little boy way. I would bring you, Lady of Roses, wildflowers I had freshly plucked, some dandelions or pussy willows, or a four leaf clover just for luck. Come winter, I would bring you some greens or a pine cone or two, and I'd brush away the fallen snow, to show the love I felt for you. Now if Mrs. Roy from the rectory saw me leave my treasures there, I could count on her yelling at me, waving her broom wildly in the air. She would waste little precious time, getting things back as they were before, and she'd haul away my treasures, so I would just gather and bring you more. Somehow I felt you were on my side, in my little battles with Mrs. Roy, and I felt just as sure that you treasured, those simple gifts from a little boy. copyright 2001 Roland Ricker |
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