Marjorie Lorraine Andersen
A golden stairway to carry the pure,
back home
She left in a breath,
Strong and ready
to go back home again.
Her life wasn't easy,
Since about nine she blew up and moved mountains.
She married young, but there were many lies and one child,
So she left her abuser, to one who would soothe her
Though he did die she loved him still.
She passed on May 31st,
to join him once again back home in paradise,
to the life she deserved
we will meet again.
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