Old Gray Mare
I wish I could take credit for this. It is by far the all-time family favorite ode to Lucia, especially when read aloud — and I do mean LOUD. This work was composed by my sister Janelle on the huge manual Underwood on Daddy’s desk circa 1962, I believe. And yes, it did have a purple ribbon, though we never knew why.
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Her bread is souffle, her buttermilk, champaigne…
This is wonderful!
Lucia passed away peacefully on October 4. She was buried in her blue jeans with a garden spade, a coffee cup, and the original copy of this poem, which she had saved in a dresser drawer for almost 50 years.