Margaret
by Brenda
A tribute to my lovely mother,Margaret (Greaves) Magee who resides
in Belfast.
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Twirling and burling through the fields of Teconnaught,
Eyes flashing; curls dancing beneath her bonnet.
With a whoop and a cry she jumps over a stile,
Among the wildflowers, she rests for a while.
The wind and the trees seem to say with a smile
"Sure she's lovely!"
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A wonderful childhood she she spent in Teconnaught,
'Til tragedy came crashing down upon it.
Her parents are gone; she has to grow up fast.
She kisses her brothers and leaves for Belfast.
There she meets Billy, who sighs,"I've found her at last!"
"Sure she's lovely!"
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Billy brought with him his children eight,
But eight's not enough; to have more they can't wait.
So together they create another seven,
Then tragedy strikes again, the first is taken to heaven.
"There she is!" whispers this little angel to all
in heaven,
"Sure she's lovely!"
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Many decades have passed since her life in Teconnaught,
How she loves to look back with happiness on it.
Billy is gone with many of his children to heaven,
Out of fifteen children there remains only seven,
And all of them say, each one of those seven,
"Sure she's lovely!"
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At age ninety-two she is sheer delight,
Those eyes are still flashing, under curls now white.
Little wonder we all love to linger a while, When she caresses
each one with the warmth of her smile,
And when those eyes close, heaven and earth will sigh,
"Margaret, sure you're lovely!"
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With love,
Brenda,
London,Ontario
Canada
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