ODE TO ANNA/MOMA

Anna

The name flows freely...
Like paint off an artists brush...
Her voice...
Quiets your troubled soul...
And brings peace amid storms of doubt...

One can visit the shores of her sanctuary...
And spent time there growing, listening and learning..
I have seen her out and about working the room welcoming visitors...
She has that remarkable gift of making one feel comfortable, welcome
A caretakers heart...

Angels feet, for midnight cries...
Ageless wisdom... September eyes...
Inner beauty soft yet agile...
Gentleness in case your fragile...

A caring heart, and healing hands...
Acceptance love and no demands...
Wholeness healing easing pain...
While navigating your rough terrain...

Listening ears, a discerning mind...
A trusted confidant defined...
A voice of reason sound and true...
A valued friend when life's askew...

A special lady, an exceptional gift...
To enlighten, brighten, warm, uplift...
She's done it often times for me...
And also for my special T...

So Anna/Moma thanks so much...
For your special love for your special touch...
For your patient heart so tried and true...
Most especially thanks for being YOU...