Some say I have your eyes; I’ll vouch for the thinning hair.
I often say things that you would say if you were still here.
As I age my hearing starts to fail; you faced the selfsame test.
Yes, I now wear glasses too, for reading and the rest.
Some say I have your temperament; I’ve heard time and again;
That I have your listening heart; there could be no better friend.
Your patience and your kindness was exceptional but then
-You were an Irish mother dealing with your Irish men
I loved you for your courage when cancer gave a scare.
You suffered it in silence with the help of faith and prayer.
You were summer’s final Rose who outlasted your cohorts
You have been gone a dozen years, but are ever in my thoughts.
When we heard that you were failing, we hurried to your side
But as we came off the elevator, the nurse said that you had died.
You lay there, still, beneath white sheets, with dignity and grace.
You left us on a breath of air bound for a better place.