Freelance Writer of feature articles, Poet, Artist and Photographer. Active in local theatre for many years.
Studied in England for 3 years where her Poetry has some success.
Survived by 1st Cousin Joan (Thomas) Adams and 4th Cousin Rebecca (Adams) Lewis - both of Devon, England.
EPITAPH
If Death be but a sleep
Then sleep, come to me.
If Death be but a dream
I pray you, do not wake me
If Death be but a myth
Let me believe awhile,
If Death be what I think it is,
I die with a smile.
