18/04/2026
Marion: A Tapestry of Memories
In reverent hush, we gather near,
For Marion, our light, now drawn so clear.
Her sharp wit danced like whispers in the air,
A playful breeze that brushed against our care.
In beautiful dress, she graced the space,
Each fabric folded mirrored her embrace.
With colors bright as laughter at dawn's first beam,
She wove through life an intricate dream.
Her family now stands in silent prayer,
With tears like rain that fall - heavy and rare.
The echoes of joy trail soft through the room,
Yet shadows linger, as sorrow finds bloom.
In North Camp’s heart where her spirit takes flight,
A church built on faith stands steady and bright.
Amongst sacred hymns and whispered pleas for peace,
We find her journey—a path to sweet release.
Carm nature blessed her with love profound,
Each moment shared with laughter resound.
Yet loss wraps gently like a shroud of night,
A silent cloak that dims the brightest light.
To speak of Marion is to paint in hues—
Of sunshine splendor and skies washed in blues.
Her story travels on rainbows stretched wide,
Carrying whispers of hope from deep inside.
Through pain may come strength when hearts are laid bare,
For faith is a bridge that answers our prayer.
In silence we gather to honor her grace,
Each tear tells a tale—of love’s warm embrace.
As we navigate this winding old road,
Her memory lingers; evergreen code.
Strength in our hearts where sadness unfolds—
In the tapestry woven with threads of gold.
Though gone from our sight—she’s never apart;
In each tender moment—forever she’ll start.
Marion flows like a river divine:
Embedded in love—her spirit will shine.
