Who will sit beneath the ash tree now,
exchanging poems for air?
Who will watch the dappled trout
jump and snap at winged jewels?
Who will tromp in summer’s gloaming,
and then at day’s end come in trailing flowers
to tell me what is real, and what’s less so,
and how to save my own damned life?
You were the net that kept me from drifting
too far into the mist of the unobserved life,
taught me how to see, and how to love it all, wildly.
You made enchantment out of the ordinary
berry, bird, bear, breath, and helped me do the same
out of coffee cups, cigarettes, dust motes, rumpled sheets,
my one wild and precious life made more so
because you, Mary, named it.
Effy Wild
February 27, 2026
This is so beautiful and touching. Thank you so much for sharing. xoxo
Effy what a beautiful tribute to your Mary I just lost my sister Mary in June I wrote a song for her if you haven't read it yet it's in my sub stack I'd love for you to check it out