In Memory of Mary . . .

The ephemeral flower,

that delicate rose,

a fragrant lovely bud,

must sometime fall;

each tender petal

a foundation,

laying a new pathway

velvet and sparkling,

through the thorns, 

with the dew of the new dawn

reflecting the glory

of the rising sun

and melting away,

yet,

leaving a lasting memory

a shining place

in the beating heart

which for just a moment

feels like a burning hole . . . . 

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A simple poem in memory of Mary Boyce, young mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, teacher . . . She passed away today . . . and will be sorely missed. 

Rest in Peace, Mary . . . your painful burden is lifted . . .  June 25, 1971 - May 25, 2012