A mother's love cannot be simply told.
The threads of crystal memories entwine,
Creating unsung tapestries of gold,
Attuned with understanding wrought by time.
Perspective now enlightens, as we see
The fires of love and honor glow and blaze
Endearments to Ann Morgan, mother true.
She fiercely fights, yet peaceful are her ways.
This cleaving paradox is one we know,
As we who heed her gather and embrace
to celebrate the one whom we love so.
Her joy and courage strengthen us with grace.
All legacies enrich our lives each day.
Ann's soft and golden love will always stay.
----- Dolores Donohue Andrews