wasn’t
always there.
It
used to be reserved for a lady in her chair.
She
was old and she was tired
and
she deserved that seat,
the
best one in the house for toasting hands and feet.
And
what a place to die;
what
a way to end your days,
surrounded
by full life of a house always ablaze
with
cooking, cleaning, dancing,
laughing,
dreaming, singing too,
stories
and romancing and Mick Daly’s mini-zoo.
Bridget
Whelan won’t go far
from
where her body used to sit.
You
may not see her but you’ll know she’s in the thick of it.
(Explanation: Our neighbours' grandmother died recently having been cared for by our neighbour and her family for a long time.)
(Explanation: Our neighbours' grandmother died recently having been cared for by our neighbour and her family for a long time.)
