Marilyn

I love to tell the story,
Of her coming down to me.
She was my loving daughter,
So beautiful to see.

I loved her...O so dearly,
She brought me happiness.
Her sunny disposition,
Filled every day with bliss.

She did most what I asked her,
She was a shining ray.
She cooked, and sewed, and dusted,
And cheered me on my way.

She always smiled so sweetly,
And never did complain.
She could see when I was weary,
Or tired, or full of pain.

She was to me...a jewel,
Where love-knots did entwine.
God sent her down to bear me up,
So I could call her mine.


E.P. 1908 - 1989