Myrna Marie Reisbeck

Myrna Marie Reisbeck, 79 of Lakewood, Colorado took the hand of her Savior on the morning of May 6, 2018 at 9:30 a.m. Born to George and Mable Reisbeck in Denver, Colorado on November 16, 1938.

Myrna is survived by her sons Kenneth (Susan) Mares of Littleton, CO and Damon (Lydia) Mares of Lakewood, CO; daughter Kimberley (Michael) Galbraith of Arvada, CO; sisters Darlene Reed of Englewood, CO and Joyce (Don) Burke of Reno, Nevada.

Myrna is preceded in death by brothers Harold, Kenneth and George Reisbeck; sisters Betty Bissell, Dorothy Herbertson and Annette Rowland.

 

Strangest little thing

Woman the whole way through

Never had much

Only held riches that were true

Sweet honey hazel eyes

A smile to bring anew

Hands worked hard and raw

Always soft as dew

Came to teach a lesson

Did you hear it too?

 

Four elder sisters

Standing right above

Shower her with love

Three big brothers

With wee bits of torment

Carry her with adornment

One hides behind the door

Feet yet to patter the floor

 

Spring over hydrants

Half her size indeed

Come here you little tyrant!

That is not girl speed!

Kick the can around the tree

Bet they will never find me

Stepping stones with time

Always with game in mind

Jumping rope top notch

Maybe a game of hopscotch

Mable carries a torch

“Myrna! Go scrub those squares off the porch!”

Tiny precise fingers

Nothing left to find

Hiding in the hollyhocks

No one had a dime

Making little friends

That would surely fade with time

 

Moments not spent praying

Handed the job of two

Oh my goodness those three children

Rugrats through and through

Only moments spent not praying

Bent on loving you

 

Eating more lettuce

Than any human should

Cocoa butter tans

As dark as she could

Belly Dancing

Bet ya didn’t think she would

Cool dirt under feet

Growing flowers

No one can beat

Elvis on the radio

Up so loud

That speaker may blow

Sweeper glued into hand

“Take those shoes off!”

This she will demand

 

Sometimes Nieces and Nephews

A lot of “Who knows Theirs?”

Children flocked from everywhere

Without mind of care

Running through the sprinklers

Puddles are in store

Can you please tell me

“When shall you come get Yours?”

Peanut butter and jelly

Oozing to the floor

Can you hear her yelling?  

“Get Out The Back Door!”

 

Blessed with grandchildren

All she did adore

Some they got the paddle

For that you can be sure

Placed in her bedroom

Their favorite spot to Zzzz

Told the story of Jesus

Teaching to rejoice in He

“Come here, Little Pistol

Time to cuddle Nanny

Let us say our prayers

For all of those in need.”

“Shhh…

Quiet now

And you softly say…

‘I love The Lord my Jesus

For it is the only way’.”

 

Everyone take a bow

Go on bended knee

Everyone take a bow

Come practice it with me

Surely you viewed the test

She will expect your best

All the lessons laid

Right within His Rest

With a sense of time

Bare glory upon the Divine

Thank the Lord above

For His Angel Eight of Love

For all that you see

And for sending her to thee

He graciously opened the gates

For our Little Angel Eight

Most definitely from above

An Angel spilling over with Love

 

 

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