Gus and Arra Morris

In Loving Memory of
Gus and Arra Morris
I have worshipped in church and chapel. I've prayed on the busy street. I have sought my God and found Him where the waves of the ocean beat. But the dearest of all my altars was the one at my Mother's knee. The things in my life that are worthy were born in my Mother's breast and breathed into mine by the magic of the love here life expressed. But memory keeps me from straying too far from my Mother's knee. O God keep me true to her standard and help me to live to bless. And keep me a pilgrim forever at the shrine of my Mother's knee.
Ernest Tasse Morris
Sophia FeFe Bartles


Published in The Times Reporter on Mar. 14, 2014