In the heart of the pub, her laughter would ring,
A melody of joy, like a soft bell’s swing.
Marline, with a warmth no fire could match,
A friend who held us, a soul we could catch.
She lifted each spirit, she lightened each load,
With stories and smiles, down every road.
When glasses were raised, her eyes shone bright,
A spark in the dark, a friend’s true light.
Through whispers and laughter, her presence stays,
In jokes we remember, in fond, warm haze.
Though silence now fills her old favorite chair,
Her laughter, her kindness, linger in the air.
And oh, the mischief we shared, side by side—
Pranks and late nights, in laughter we'd hide.
From harmless schemes to stolen glances,
She made mischief magic, like secret dances.
So here’s to Marline, our friend till the end,
A soul to cherish, a rare kind of friend.
Though gone from our sight, in our hearts she’ll be,
A laugh, a love, an eternity.
A J Beynon
11/11/2024
