Marian Florence Whatley

I miss you so badly my mama.

my sweet sweet nan.you were the greatest woman god ever created. you will be missed by everyone who was blessed to know you. you will forever walk with the lord, i know you looked forward to meeting him.i love you nan,you make sure you kiss everyone and one day we will meet again...

It was a Common Night

On the last night that she lived,
It was a quiet, unlit night.
Except for the ticking of a clock,
Made time different afterward.
That others could exist,
While she must finish quite fast.
We waited while she passed,
It was a time of sorrows.
Too shocked were our souls to speak,
At length the sad news came.
And we patted the silver grey hair,
And touched the head at rest.
Our faith quivered to regulate,
Then lightly swept...

Update...changes made to my poem again...Laura


On Golden Shores


In Memory of Marion Florence Whatley

O happy hours we once enjoyed,
remembrance is a golden chain.
Sad and sudden was the call,
past her suffering, past her pain.
A flower the Creator of life gave us,
A wonderful mother, grandmother.
We all dearly love, and we miss,
Marion Florence Whatley.
Borne away from sin and sorrow,
to a calm, and peaceful shore.
Christ shall clasp...

Update: Changes made to this poem I wrote...Laura


On Golden Shores


In Memory of Marion Florence Whatley

O happy hours we once enjoyed,
remembrance is a hidden chain.
Sad and sudden was the call,
past her suffering, past her pain.
A flower the Creator of life gave us,
A wonderful mother, grandmother.
We all dearly love, and we miss,
Marion Florence Whatley.
Borne away from sin and sorrow,
to a calm, and peaceful shore.
Christ shall...

On Golden Shores

In Memory of Marion Florence Whatley

O happy hours we once enjoyed,
remembrance is a hidden chain.
Sad and sudden was the call,
past her suffering, past her pain.
A flower the Creator of life gave us,
A wonderful mother, grandmother.
We all dearly love, and we miss,
Marion Florence Whatley.
Borne away from sin and sorrow,
to a calm, and peacful shore.
Christ shall clasp thine hand,
and lead thee to happy lands.

Saturday,...

On Golden Shores


In Memory of Marion Florence Whatley

O happy hours we once enjoyed,
remembrance is a hidden chain.
Sad and sudden was the call,
past her suffering, past her pain.
A flower the Creator of life gave us,
A wonderful mother, grandmother.
We all dearly love, and we miss,
Marion Florence Whatley.
Borne away from sin and sorrow,
to a calm, and peacful shore.
Christ shall clasp thine hand,
and lead thee to happy...