To Mary Kirwan Mary Kirwan since your visit, Although I’ve been lonely too, I’ve been happy living over Those brief joyous hours with you. Mary Kirwan, I can see you With your eager eyes of blue, Golden hair so softly curling And the laughing lips of you. I can not, in this poor effort, Tell of all your baby charms— Best of all the dear caresses Of your tiny tiny arms. How I love your baby softness Close against my heart to hold, And the comfort that it gives me Mary Kirwan, can’t be told. For the mind is prone to ponder On a burden borne alone, But your smile assuaged the anguish Of a sorrow all unknown. Like an angel straight from heaven, Life a ray of sunshine bright, Mary Kirwan, now I know you I am happier tonight. Mabel E. Plaskett, January 4, 1927.
Mabel Sans Plaskett was born in Coralitas near Ben Lomond in the Santa Cruz Mountain area of California. Her father Edward Robert Sans ran a saw mill near Pacific Valley, along the Nacimiento – Ferguson road to the coast at Highway One. It was there she met Edward Abbott Plaskett, her husband. Mabel wrote about the coast and the pioneers of the 19th and 20th Centuries.