I am sure this life is only lent,

Our Mary, a gift, that was heaven sent.

In Oshawa General, Doris first heard your cry.

Then many years of sickness and tears to dry.

The war being over, Dad gets his release,

Thank God for the Allies, their lives given for our Peace.

And now as each passes from this scene,

We are reminded of what could have been.

Back up to Haliburton, each said let's go,

Beautiful lakes and a bit more snow.

For her classmates Mary loved to sing and step dance

Every time she had a chance.

Three summers at Joy Bible Camp we could afford,

During that time, Mary trusted the Lord.

Two more sisters,  four years apart, we span

Then two more in the Cooper clan.

At her nursing graduation, many stories were told,

Each one seemed a bit more bold.

They remember good times and their pranks,

The enema given to the wrong patient and they both say thanks.

Nursing in Calgary where it was cold,

But can change rapidly, we are told.

Port Hope was calling, and Ken Wilson was there,

Soon they were married, a life for to share.

Now Shelley and John in Florida where they live,

Come home often, their help to give.

Steven and Tara will live near  home,

Dean, now Alicia, not far did roam.

Mary taken to a brand new place,

For all Eternity to view God's face.

Christ Jesus came, God Emanuel, so pure.

Can be yours by trusting Him, making sure.

James B. Cooper - 2000

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Mom lived her life for love of friends and family,

Neither asking for not wanting a return.

Her days became a sunlit homily.

With others' joy her joy and main concern.

When we were ill, she also became sick;

When we were cut, she, too, began to bleed.

Of our oil lamp, she was the wick,

Drawing her bright flame from our need.

Some say that such behaviour's out of date:

That self-fulfillment is the way to grace.

But mom, without much choice then chose her fate,

Finding greater truth in an embrace.

She lives on in the sparkle of our eyes:

Laughing, quiet, gentle, loving and wise.

Unknown

She came to me many years ago.

Filling my life with heavenly glow.

She watched over me, not saying a word

Her spirit flying high as a bird.

She taught me how to run and play

Never wanting anything but love throughout the day.

She was the one that taught me right from wrong.

With her I always knew I belonged.

Without her I wonder where I would be today.

I may not have ever learned how to love or pray.

I will always miss and love her til we meet in the place,

Where she told me she will be.

WILSON, Mary (Nee Cooper)

July 24, 1941 - May 3, 2000

We little knew that morning that

God was going to call your name.

In life we loved you dearly,

in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

but you did not go alone.

For part of us went with you,

the day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories,

your love is still our guide.

And though we cannot see you,

you are always by our side.

Our family chain is broken

and nothing seems the same.

But as God calls us one by one,

the chain will link again.

Ken, Shelley & John, Dean, Steven & Tara

Doris, Lynda & Jack, Teresa & Garry,

Judy & Neil, Wanda & Dan,

Sherri & Alicia, Richard, & Victoria