Eighty years she lived;
through two world wars,
and the ‘Troubles’.
There wasn’t even standing room
in the church;
the overspill crowded outside the door.
Mother of six children,
and all their friends and in-laws.
and grandmother to all my cousins
and their friends,
and their friends’ friends.
A hub for transfer of all the news
when phones were a novelty,
and a letter in the mail
would be passed around
so everybody knew.
It was a shock when she left us,
she that was a constant in our lives.
After the funeral, I heard she’d been asking;
where’s so-and-so these days;
when will Trevor be home;
is Brian back yet.
Waiting till we were all there
before she slipped away.