Margaret Ingram—Visual Artist and Writer

 

In Memory of Lynn and Meg

in memoriam

Copyright © 2006 by Margaret A. W. Ingram

GOD’S ANGEL

You spent a time in a place

Where limits abound, yet blazed many trails

Leaving your own identity on the

Living and some special things.

 

Your own love became a unique

brand on lives that would

otherwise suffer a serious void.

 

Your transition to another realm,

without time or limits leaves a temporary

painful void for us still locked in time and

constraints. Temporary.

 

With shackles removed you will inspire

And lead even other Angelic ones to

heights and achievements

impossible with your presence lacking.

 

We still bide our own limiting time,

but soon-unsure of when, we, too, will make the shift of realms

and be joined again with you

and others so dear in primary

hopes realized.

 

Then all together, we be totally awed in the

Presence and being of the Ultimate One.

 

                               —Richard Ingram

Copyright © 2008 by Richard J. Ingram

A LIGHT

 

The day was early,

She made her entrance with

A song springing forth from her

Inner being.

All present loved her instantly.

SHE WAS A LIGHT!

 

Eyes as blue as the sky on a sunny day,

Cheeks like pink rosebuds;

From the beginning she took charge.

SHE WAS A LIGHT!

 

In control of both hemispheres, she was artistic

And analytical, a doer of all things.

Like a bird, she flittered from one call to another,

Leaving a song and taking away pain.

SHE WAS A LIGHT!

 

Life was a challenge, but she was a warrior

Searching for justice for all,

Especially for children. Facing the Oppressor,

Those who would do harm,

Rights of the young was a mission.

SHE WAS A LIGHT!

 

A greater calling was her relationship with The Almighty,

Then her family,

Son, spouse, parents, siblings, nieces, nephews.

Reunions were a time of loving, crying, remembering.

SHE WAS A LIGHT!

 

Her love for family; Her success as a teacher;

Her battle against injustice

Will be remembered into Infinity.

SHE IS A LIGHT,

 

Now burning with the ETERNAL LIGHT

                                        -Margaret Ingram

DOWNPOUR

It rained so hard that Sunday

When we put you in the ground

It rained so hard that Sunday

Not a dry face could be found.

It rained so hard that Sunday

As I sank into the sound

Of silent tear drops falling

All around that cold dark mound.

                      —C.Scott Williams

SPEECHLESS

We gather here in black and pink

To shower you in love and think

Upon the happy girl we knew,

The beautiful life of years so few.

What can be said on this sad day?

Can we pray enough to make you stay?

What priest dare say this loss is gain?

What words can take away our pain?

If we wail the sounds of tearful strife

Could we ever weep you back to life?

Can a poem avert the approaching hearse?

Let silence be our mourning verse.

                           —C. Scott Williams

© Copyright 2009 by C. Scott Williams