Just Dakota Stuff

Mary laid her aces down hoping they would be enough, Had placed her world on the line in-between her precious "stuff". She'd worked in her parents fields, walked to school when times were tough, Never had much for herself but what she had was her "stuff". Made a friend and built a life in a house upon the bluff, Filled it with all her charm and each piece of her loved "stuff". Sang her heart out in the church, prayed through the times that got rough, Never threw away her faith, never parted with her "stuff". Hubby lost his sanity, the youngest left in a huff, Still she held on to the home and all of her treasured "stuff". Days moved quickly into years while she lived just off the cuff, Spent most times inside the house caring for all of her "stuff". She left this earth quietly, found her on the carpet's tuft, Laid out with a smiling face, surrounded by all her "stuff". Family knew what she'd like and made sure it was enough, See that hall upon the hill? It holds her and all her "stuff".