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In Loving Memory of Marc

The following poem was written by Trevor Rowe in memory of Marc Unkovich and generously shared with us by his mother Marie Unkovich.

In loving memory of Marc


(9 Oct 1977 - 20 July 2007)

Marc - as a boy, was a bundle of joy
An exuberant lifestyle he led,
Full of life, and youthful power
He lived life - at a hundred miles an hour
Until that terrible sickness touched his head.

But life is for living, for understanding, and forgiving
Governed always, by the state of our mind
Some live in full measure of happiness and pleasure
But to some - life is downright unkind.

Many good things Marc did, as a fearless young kid
He was active, he was bright, he was kind,
Just an ordinary boy, full of life, full of joy
Till that illness, that awful illness,
Took control of his mind.

Little things we remember, like "The Arab"
It's many forms, facial hair, and goatee rat tails,
Marc's typical quirk, his response with a smirk
"That's something - reserved for the females".

Some rejoice in the glory of a rainbow
Some rejoice in sunshine and rain,
Never dreaming - waiting there, is a cross we must bear
A cross of loss, and everlasting pain.

For life comes to us all in many different ways
Even in death, we sometimes find release,
Always sorry, we know, to see a loved one go
But in our heart, we know they're at peace.

To us, Marc seemed fine, sometimes life was divine
But round about age twenty seven,
Marc knew, without doubt, and his heart, cried out
"Please god, won't you take me to heaven".

Looking back at life now, we remember somehow
Approaching thirty, no words can relate,
Only Marc really knew, what and when, he must do
When life was a juggle with fate.

Only memories remain, that return once again.
And for ever and ever it will be,
His smiling face I will see, as he murmers to me,
I'm free, I'm free, I'm free.