Miss Ann Marie Menna

Miss Ann Marie Menna, age 69 of Harris Avenue, Warren, died peacefully, Wednesday, July 24, 2019 at the Warren Skilled Nursing Center in Warren, surrounded by her loving family. Born in Providence, she was a daughter of the late William A. and Antonette (Petrarca) Menna.
She worked for more than 35 years in the Laundry Department of the Institute of Mental Health in Cranston for the State of RI, retiring in 2001. Ann was a communicant of St. Mary of the Bay Parish in Warren and sang for many years in the Saints John and Paul Church Choir in Coventry and for the St. Francis of Assisi Church Choir in Warwick. She loved music and writing. She had a poem published “The Hidden Man” in “America at the Millenium” – The Best Poems and Poets of the 20th Century. Ann should have owned stock in Bic pens and Composition books, she had many of them.
Ann is survived by a sister, Judy A. Romano (Robert Benker) of Boynton Beach, Florida and a brother, Albert A. Menna (Marianna) of Kissimmee, Florida and her long time companion, Donald Procopio of Warren, Nephews and Niece, Stephen Romano (Beth), Suzanne MacDonald (Matthew) and William Menna and two great nieces, Emma and Madeline MacDonald.
Relatives and friends are invited to attend a Mass of Christian Burial, Saturday, November 23, 2019 at 10:00 AM in St. Mary of the Bay Church, 645 Main Street, Warren. Burial will follow in The Cremation Garden at North Burial Ground, Hope Street, Bristol. Visiting hours are respectfully omitted. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Warren Skilled Nursing Center – Patients Activities Fund, 642 Metacom Avenue, Warren, RI 02885. For online condolences, shared memories, information and direction go to www.sansonefuneralhome.com

The Hidden Man

The hidden man hides behind the shield
To bury his sorrow deep in a field.
He runs from anger and into hate
Never realizing it is his own fate.
To be made a hero in his own eyes
As one who had lived, one who has died.
The hidden man cringes at the sound of a gun
Could it have been him or one of his sons.
A cry from the darkness rings in his ears
Is it the silence he truly fears.
In the image of himself as a drifter at heart
No one gave him a chance, not even a start.
The hidden man cowers and covers his ears
Is it the sound of life that he really fears,
Yet in the darkness of night the hidden man rises
To know its his own life he really surmises.
The hidden man finally emerges a winner
From the depths of life, a new beginner.
The hidden man has finally selected
To begin the new life he once carelessly rejected.
   Ann M Menna

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