The last remains is in St Mary's in Millstreet of Elizabeth Moore
But without her Liscreagh as a place far more poor
Where she lived as a child and spent her fading years
By family and friends one farewelled in tears
The lovely Elizabeth has lived her last Fall
But having this said death does come to us all
She will not be around to see in the New Year
The bell that farewells us we never do hear
To her daughters Kathryn and Rita a good mother and to the late John Moore a good wife
Liscreagh's oldest person did live a long life
A beautiful young mother when i was a boy
Fond memories of her i retain as a joy
In Millstreet in the flesh never to be seen again
But good memories of her in all who knew her are bound to remain
In Liscreagh she was born in and in Liscreagh she grew old
In her prime years she was a dark haired beauty to behold
Above Cashman's Hill are low rain clouds of gray
And it is cold in St Mary's on this December day
Where Elizabeth Moore is forever at peace
One can only hope that her parting from life was a painless release.
Friday, December 12, 2014
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Francis, Kathryn here. Thank you ever so much for the beautiful thoughts and poem. It means a lot to all of us as a family.
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