In memory of Darrell Morrow September 24, 1927 - March 20, 2009.

PaPaDawn comes softly at the break of dayAs we stop and fondly rememberYour love so deep showing us the way,Your hands, the master gardener.Your family was like your gardenFull of beauty, you watched it grow.With your wife, a start, a new seasonA crop that you had sowed.Each year you tilled the rich earthAnd planted seeds down deepSome years you saw a new birthTwo sons, a daughter to keep.Your plants, they grew so strongAs you tended and guarded them so;And the years passed quickly alongWhile your family continued to grow.You welcomed new daughters; a sonAnd your plants, they quickly spreadAs seedlings rising to the sunYour family followed where you led.At the birth of each grandchildYour garden continued to growA love that was never mildGave your smile a beautiful glow.Like the flowers you planted each yearBrilliant colors, so different each oneYour love for us always as clearAs the light that shines from God's son.As the sun gently sets at the end of dayAnd your garden is bathed in roseRest in peace, dear PaPa, forever we'll prayIn our hearts you'll always be close.