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Mary Elizabeth Mahany

"People. People important to you, people unimportant to you, cross your life, touch it with love and can
lessness, and move on. There are people who leave you, and you breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why yc
ever came in contact with them. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse and wot
der why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole. Children leave parents. Friends leave friend]
Acquaintances move, people change homes. People grow apart. Enemies hate and move on. You think of till
many who have moved into your hazy memory. You look on those present and wonder.
I believe in God's master plan in lives. He moves people in and out of each other's lives, and each leaves b
mark on you. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who have ever touched your life and you a,
more because of it and you would be less if they had not touched you.
Pray God that you accept the bits and pieces in humility and
wonder, and never question, and never regret. Bits and
pieces. Bits and pieces."
-L. Cheney

mary ... me ... mare ... the blonde; ... chickpea ... vona ...
poetry girl... chiquita margarita ... vanessa ... birdie ... vic­
toria ... v ... Green ... LYLAS ... your quinces ... rama rama
ding ding ... the bubble ... poof, what do you need?! poof,
what do you need?! ... latoya ... prosti... me2 ... latwat...
goofy... Spanish ... ref girl... dude man ... steph ... fefi... as
... the grove... the flood ... chemistry summer thing... stay
and lisa loeb ... journalism 1 ... Christine ... queen of school
and yet my close friend ... life saver x2 ... christie and
tanya ... my new found pals ... karla ... the poet alongside
of me ... To all who have enriched my life, here's to the
future and to the past...
love always... me

To my mother and my father
To Margaret, Toby, Angie, Randy, Molly, and Richard
I dedicate this poem to you all,
for teaching me how to love life and how to chase a rainbow

Oh, place the stars upon your eyelids child and listen to their whispers;
they wrap the songs of old in rainbow colored boxes and place
them in your hands.
The crowns of kings melt, as the caressing warmth of life creates
a liquid gold, that drips into your veins
and forms a luminescent pool within your heart.
Child, romp and play among the jewels of queens,
that have long since bequeathed their minds
to the nurturing mother of knowledge.
Watch the sunlight bounce, child, off the multi-faceted gems
and feel it penetrate your soul.
Child, the smiles are never lost,
no they always remain among the flower garden of hopes.
But don't laugh too often; the stars will fall and
no amount of grasping could ever catch the fallen ones.
Listen to their words and waltz among the jewels and crowns
and wince with other's bums.
Feel the puddle of gold and smile at its sweetness,
For one day, child, you will have a star of your own.
mary elizabeth mahany