Mary Ellen Mae Cyrus

June 12, 1927 – September 27, 2020

Mary is immortal, a candle burning bright,

a stained-glass window sparkling from the light within.

Resounding like an echo, heart to heart unite.

Years cannot lessen what lives on from what has been.

Every child is grateful, from greatest to the slight.

Let wings of love soar on and onward yet again.

Let fly her heart in heaven, above mountain height,

embracing those who love her so happy therein.

Never to be forgotten, she outlives her days.

Memories ripple like whispering waves to impart.

A bride, mom, and beacon of blinding golden rays -

each day she lived lives yet still, never to depart.

Creator God, Father God, cradle her with praise.

Your precious daughter was a lamplight from the start.

Rivers run, day is done, the world Your wonder weighs.

Unlatch the door, your children stand a world apart

so that they sing as sparrows nesting in your heart.

 

“A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.”

Mary blessed the world with warmth and joy and ceaseless love.

Endless skies abound over waters and earthen trek.

Now she dances in Your presence in heaven above.

Author's Note

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

what a very heartfelt and moving poem.TThat's the power of a mother's love, even when they are angels in heaven.

[emmajoygreen]

Your words come from such a sincere heart and memory, dear Linda Marie. That dear lady was an earthly angel now welcomed along with all the other pearls. Beautiful - as is the hymn

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Mothers love their children unconditionally.
and when children reciprocate that love...that is God talking.
j.

[John the Baptist]

A very nice, well rhymed tribute to a mother here. The lady seems to have been an extraordinary person, an anchor to her family who will not be forgotten. That everyone could have such a parent.

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading 👍