Mary’s garden grows
seeds roots down bloom legacy
fragile planted bomb
girls vanish be still
damn this sweat hot kitchenette
cold peace rest love ones
humble warriors
bless and curse our memories
toast to lost brother
seas red heavens dress
boys don’t cry nice tricks so tired
my magic baby
girl come hear story
shh dark secret viscous girls
what about the dolls?
That’s creepy. Not sure why. My Mum’s name was Mary.