Eighty seven or eight years old,
she was, quite deaf and yet
we'd bawl our names as though
to rouse her from the slow
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Many many years ago, I read the poem and saw Mattie's face, transported back to the backs of our roads, I never knew Mattie(
She was part of the community, i never knew her story but know how cared for she was by the family who cared.