Lucy+O+Morgan

** By Stephanie Carlson ** I wish I could help them all, But there are only so many beds, There is only so much food, And only so many who are willing to help.
 * Lucy Orme Morgan **

I saw them, Starving, and without a soul to look after them, And I thought of my own children, And how lost they should be Without someone to care for them.

But I see them now, All the smiling faces and eyes all aglow, And it fills me with warmth To see all those I have touched, Whose lives I have improved.

But my heart also sinks, As I think of all those I could not help, Those who were beyond my reach, Or were overlooked, Or those for whom help did not come swiftly enough.

The others honor me For what I //have// done, But my mind lingers on what I haven’t.

If only there were more beds, More food, More money, More help, My mind would rest.

Lucy Orme Morgan By: Jon Ray Bloomington The town I’ve known all my life The site of my birth, my life’s accomplishments, and my death

Bloomington The town where I married my husband, Ed Morgan The town we raised our three children We spent much time together, despite his love for the country club

Bloomington The location of my home for girls Where so much good was done for the women in need They sometimes came in orphaned, destitute They came young, they came old Yet they left fulfilled, ready to accomplish their goals in life

Bloomington The town of my retirement After 33 years as president of the institute The town of Ed and I’s final years

Bloomington My final resting place Buried next to my beloved husband after battling illness Though I can’t live on My lifelong accomplishments do

Lucy Orme Morgan By Emily Donnel Moving here and moving there, Life wrapped up by a man’s world. I tried my best to find a purpose, To find a way to give back to those less fortunate. Providing the girls with a constant home, a constant family Became my devotion. And how could I leave those poor boys in the snow? They needed love and care just as much. So, I gathered my ladies and hatched a plan; The boys would receive care as well. Eventually, I knew I could leave my children in capable hands <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">And ventured off to distant lands. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Children continued to surface in my life <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Until my old age put me in their dependent state. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Living with my girl, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">I passed away in childlike wonder.