Miss Mary Brightwingle

Miss Mary Brightwingle was my true friend She lend me her car to drive away Cared for my heart when I was in distress Was the joyful partner in days of grey She had her ways in command and trend When everything of its opportunities to the downfall went She was all short of things to soul and mind Something others didn't notice or find So much she gave of her inside out That people sometimes didn’t know what that’s all about There has been some time now since I’ve been gone In the car she lent me just for a short while Though I remember Miss Mary still on For her generous ways and her always sweet smile (Inspiration: Aunt Helen by T.S. Eliot: MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number of four. Now when she died there was silence in heaven And silence at her end of the street. The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet— He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before. The dogs were handsomely provided for, But shortly afterwards the parrot died too. The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece, And the footman sat upon the dining-table Holding the second housemaid on his knees— Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.)