Marie, a name of simple elegance,

like the lady that bore that name,

though her slim, slight build belied

fierce independence, courage and strength,

hiding a will that refused to bow

to norms of conventionality,

helping her to brave life's storms

with resourcefulness and dignity.

 Devoted mother,

caring sister,

generous aunt,

freely giving her time

to help the sick and infirm,

informing and enlivening

with gayness of manner

and quickness of tongue.

Taking pleasure creating

culinary delights,

exciting two young nieces

with yawning,

cavernous appetites.

Delighting in nature,

her garden a passion,

feeling at one with plants and trees,

though garden work

as the years go by

is no real friend

to delicate, ageing knees.

 Memories of a wonderful companion

for old and young alike,

brighten the eyes and curve the lips

as one sees once more this lady

recounting tales of days gone by

with softish voice and humour wry...

A gentle, kind and wise old soul,

whose days now pass in that garden beyond -

may she find enchantment there,

surrounded by love and peace,

rejoicing in the beautiful flowers

of heaven's scented kiss.
 

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