Her name known to all, ev'n to a small child
Her nature, ever friendly, meek and mild;
Whence and when she came none correctly knew
She came as a nurse with belongings few;
Some said she lost her spouse and some, a
maid;
To all gossips scant attention she paid;
Not an impressive figure and form she had
Thin and tall ever in simple white dress clad
With a smiling face and soft voice clear
A motherly figure with comforting cheer;
Others
she did neither blame nor criticize
She talked not much but gave sound advice;
She
stitched, fine embroidery she did
Fine
pictures she drew and cooked dishes splendid;
An
angel of all trades as everyone felt
She led the choir while others prayed and
knelt;
From morn to eve, she had a tight schedule
She helped patients with love and taught at
school;
For every function she was a helpful guest
Arranged everything and never cared to rest;
She found
joy in serving and helping others
About her
own comforts she did not bother;
In wedding
times she did gracefully decorate
The bride
and waited patiently till late
Unlike
others who rush to meals with buffet plates;
She wished to see all guests in happy state;
Though not
so rich small petty gifts she gave
To everyone,
no gains for her work she did crave;
She helped
all till her strength did last
As if by
curse a grievous malady she caught;
Though
confined to bed she never felt too bad
Her
visitors, though few, did make them glad;
Her pious
religious outlook and mind
Filled with patience
and feelings kind
Made her
amiable to one and all
Though none came to help and nurse her at all;
Is this the
gift for her services long?
How many
people helped she with conscience strong?
How many
patients got her help and aid?
How many
functions she managed unpaid?
How many
families she gave support
Expecting
naught with friendly rapport?
Now left
alone with none to nurse her state
Is this the
gift given by cruel fate?
Inscrutable
to know God’s plans and ways
Why Sister
Mary suffered for so many days?
Her long
lasting illness left her alone
None came to
help, too busy even to phone;
Languishing
like a stump of truncated tree
Sister Mary
lay with none to help or see;
In spite of
her pain and exhausted state
She ever
prayed to God and never cursed her fate;
If anyone
came to inquire her health by chance
She shed
silent tears with a helpless glance;
Like sinking
sun she met her end in sleep at last
Her
benevolent deeds will never fade so fast.
Like a
candle she shone with selfless service
May her soul
in Lord’s bosom rest in peace;
Her dearest memories
forever shine
Sister
Mary’s life, indeed Love’s sacred shrine.
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