Marie

We shared a room till I was 6
Id look across my pillow
Ask her if she was sleeping
Try to keep her from her sleep
We had a picture on the wall of a baby angel in a golden crown
When the world came tumbling down on me and Marie
God knows we couldnt be more different
The two of us cut from the same cloth
Where one end must be velvet soft
The other denim and gabardine
We were Sunday morning church
Assigned seats at the dinner table
Four older brothers raising a little bit of hell, then me and Marie
She looks more like our mother
Shes prettier and softer
And she always helps me find my way
Ive been lost a time or two
She knows bigger words than I do
But we both got the same size shoes
And no ones ever walked in mine but me and Marie
Marie turned 13, two weeks after daddy sat us down said your mamas died
And it took me years to realize she wasnt out getting groceries
I was waiting on a resurrection
Saved by my disposition
Our grandfather crying in the kitchen
Couldnt bear the sight of me and Marie
She looks more like our mother
Shes prettier and softer
And she always helps me find my way
Ive been lost a time or two
She knows bigger words than I do
But we both got the same size shoes
And no ones ever walked in mine but me
And Marie
Our big brothers are a Godsend
We grew up and married good men
God blessed us all with children
Were a pretty tight family
The baby angels framed in my writing room
And I stare at him some afternoons
He mustve known he had a job to do watching over
Me and Marie