Jean Richardson (Fagans), born July 14, 1939, died January 14, 2012

My Mother, Jean Richardson Fagans

“Do you not remember Jeanie,

How she met them in the moonlight,

Took their gifts both choice and many,

Ate their fruits and wore their flowers

Pluck’d from bowers

Where summer ripens at all hours?

But ever in the noonlight

She pined and pined away;

Sought them by night and day,

Found them no more, but dwindled and grew grey;

Then fell with the first snow….”

Goblin Market

Christina Rosetti

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