In Memory of Maria Whitehead (1981-2006)

Sometimes God picks the flower

That is still in full bloom;

Sometimes the rosebud's chosen

That we feel He's picked too soon.

Sometimes the flower is fading

With petals floating down,

But God knows the perfect time

To gather flowers from the ground.

There is a heavenly garden

In which God takes great pleasure

Because He's placed within it

The loved ones that we treasure.

He walks among the blossoms

Giving them eternal rest,

And we know that it must please Him

Because He chose our very best.


We love you, Maria, and miss you so very much!

Mom, Dad, and family