Anne Parsons saved my life

Of course,

She would make that throat-clearing laugh

Or give you the look-away grin

If presented with such an idea

But

Anne’s propensity for rescue

Both quiet and boisterous

Calm and intense

Was her superpower

Any wrong that could be righted

Or diva, (more likely, divo), in need of cuddle

Or chaos, crying out for taming

Took a grateful knee

Before her un-fuzzy logic

And precise measure

Of hug and heart