A Poem for Marion
My name's Anne Davies, I'm a Deep Riverite,
Sharing thoughts in Seuss rhythm seems to be my plight,
Usually after shows or for birthdays or retirements I try.
To wrestle some rhyme words to remember it by
Marion loved these little ditties, tho they are nothing great
Her eyes twinkling she'd whisper "did you write one? I can't wait"
So this one's for you, girl, For Marion, a poem
To remember and honour my friend who's gone home
Marion loved music and how she could dance
Especially if the music was played by Joe Lance
She was a groupie, maybe their biggest fan
Requesting Mustang Sally whenever she can
Marion was thoughtful, full of kindness and charm
If you asked for a hand, she would give you an arm
Always willing to help, the first to say YES
And the last to leave after cleaning up after the rest
(Maybe because I was driving her home?)
An amazing green thumb, she loved plants and flowers
Transplanting and weeding, she spent many hours
Sharing her passion for all things that grow
With kids, other gardeners and pretty much everyone she knows
I remember one day I was picking up plants (hostas)
At Marion's house as it happens, by chance
But she didn't answer my knock, was no where to be found
Then I saw Marion lying on the ground
Marion did you fall? Are you ok, are you hurt?
She laughed no no I'm just weeding and kept digging in the dirt
That was Marion, walking or reclining to the beat of her own drum
Unflinching, finding ways to do what she wanted to get done
Marion co-produced all 5? Of Phyllis's shows,
She had strong ideas of how all things theatrical should go
Welcome, this show is scent free was her favorite intro rant
No perfumes, no BO, so wear deodorant
Always backstage and by the audience unseen
Except for a cameo when she WAS the Queen
A soft wispy voice, so girly and sweet
Could flip in a blink to a teddy bear with teeth.
If she saw injustice or rules disobeyed
She was fierce, fearless and vocal until the miscreant caved
A kind gentle woman who was never coarse
Could tear you a strip - whah - she was a FORCE!
Every year if the Players had money to spare
Marion made sure Family Services and DRH each got their share
A sister, MUM, cousin, neighbour, grandma, and friend
Marion made and nurtured deep connections, right to the end
Her cards are now treasures, her words are more dear
Because far too soon, she was taken from all of us here
Marion leaves a big hole in our community and lives
But I know that her legacy of love will survive
Because what I felt when I first met her, right from the start
That the biggest thing about Marion is her beautiful heart.
So look around this room at her family and friends
The echo of Marion's life does not end
She lives on in our memories, in plants that she's shared
And the myriad of ways that she showed that she cared
She hands us the ends of the threads that she wove
Into the tapestry of her life with the folks she’s loved
Marion, my friend, I carry all that with me
So whenever needed I can ask WWMD?
May your garden bloom in splendor
A safe roof o'er your head
And may you be in heaven half an hour
Afore the devil knows you're dead.
Fare thee well my Love.
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