Mary Holmes, Furthermore
I never planned on saying goodbye to you, Because I knew you would live forevermore Since the newspaper clipping taped to the mirror, Confirmed what already couldn’t be any clearer Your name and picture amongst the terror said that you would live on forever.
When they printed your name in the Baltimore Sun, You were etched in history for what you have become. And we’ll memorialize you so it can never be undone. That’s what it means to live forevermore. Your future grands won’t have to look too far If they trace their ancestry back towards the North Star You’d be the first to pop up on their radar When they rummage through the archives of Baltimore. They’ll find Mary Holmes from Murphy Homes sitting on red benches, Grandmothering her cold dark corner of the trenches Where she raised a whole community amongst the syringes
Until she reached the weary age of 94. Surrounded by all her grands and grands. Great-grands, great-great grands, Who each held her hand, Walked her into her forever land And carved her name into Rosetta Stones. Quote no Raven Nevermore Because my Great Grandmother of Baltimore Shall live and live forevermore Her name is Mary Holmes. -R ae Scott
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