Donna Jean Munson

Her laughter, a melody that warmed the heart, Her wisdom, a compass when paths would part. With gentle hands, she healed and cared, A beacon of love, always prepared.

She loved with a depth words cannot contain, Her affection, a shelter from sorrow and pain. In her embrace, the world felt right, Her presence, a beacon in the darkest night.

Her eyes sparkled with stories untold, Of adventures ventured and dreams bold. Each wrinkle a chapter, each gray hair a line, In the epic saga of a life divine.

She nurtured gardens, both flower and friend, Believing that kindness could heal and mend. Her home was a haven, a place of peace, Where love was abundant, and troubles ceased.

Through trials faced with unwavering grace, She taught us all to embrace our place. Her legacy, a tapestry rich and grand, Woven with threads of a gentle hand.

Now she rests, her journey complete, Her life a symphony, tender and sweet. In our hearts, her memory will live on, A testament to a life well-spent, well-done.