Mary Boots

Based on a headstone in the Raymond Terrace Cemetery

(Beloved wife of Charles M. Boots, died… 1898 aged 23 years)

 

Where have you gone to, Mary Boots,

Where do your tresses lie?

This weed and thorn your grave has borne

To halt my passing by.

 

Where is the song of Mary Boots,

When did you wine and dine,

And live and love with the stars above,

And cry with your eyes a-shine?

 

What did you die of, Mary Boots,

Death in the bloom of youth,

Your cheek so cold in the morning gold,

Your eyes, the sparkling truth.

 

Where is your memoir, Mary Boots,

Crumbling sand and stone,

The wind and rain, and the weed again

May soon leave you alone.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Marie]

How young she was to die...and what was her fleeting life? You've written the only memoir we will probably ever have of her.

[Bubo]

I think many of us pause and look at a name on a gravestone, and wonder of the life of
the person underneath...........this is no different, all those questions, thoughts and a tinge of
sadness that life in bloom is over.........was she loved?

Death in the bloom of youth,
Your cheek so cold in the morning gold,

Beautiful images and I loved her name, very catchy......