Bridget Mary Donovan
She’s eighty-eight this day in January,
Graced my life nearly a quarter century.
When I grow up I want to be,
Just like my dear friend, nay ‘Auntie’, Bridie!
This Colleen from Castlemaine, County Kerry,
Is ever joyous and merry.
Bridie loves a hearty hug or rousing Irish song,
She’ll skip an Irish waltz, pulling ye along.
Life’s small joys she savors
Content with simple pleasures.
She’ll coax a smile from any wee child on sight,
On the slightest chance they might.
Crossword puzzles and newspapers from her easy chair.
Chick flicks with a glass of Bailey’s, she’s there!
A gentle, loving spirit is she,
This wise ole soul is also a bit naughty!
With an ever present twinkle in her eye,
Flirting with lads much younger she spies.
‘Tis rare this charmer from them won’t pry
A smile for her daring, playful side!
Wherever with her you go,
Darned if she doesn’t meet someone she knows.
Calling one and all ‘love’ and ‘darling’
Says life is ‘grand’, she bestows ‘God Bless’ in parting.
Bridie’s always ready for her sweets and a cuppa tay,
May we share many more tea times before we part ways!
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Copyright © M. Renee Taylor | Year Posted 2019
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