Best Mothergrandmother Poems
She watches over them
Soon a grandmother to be
Cathy
7-18-04
REMEMBERING EVELYN
AS WE WALK TODAY IN HER MEMORY.
WE REALIZE JUST HOW YOUNG SHE WAS.
53 WHEN THE DREADED C WORD CAME CALLING
TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM US.
EVELYN MAE, MOTHER OF 10
GREAT GRANDMOTHER OF MANY.
SO FULL OF LIFE,AND LOVE AND LAUGHTER.
SHE LEFT US ALL TO MOURN HER MEMORY.
LET'S WALK FOR A CURE.
IN ALL OUR LOVED ONES NAMES.
DO ALL IT TAKES
SO WE CAN END THIS NEEDLESS PAIN.......
GONE 26 YEARS BUT NOT FORGOTTEN SEPT.6
[ Poet' View: "WALK FOR A CURE"
A TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER
EVELYN MAE DOWD- FRANCIS
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BY:MAFLongfellow
I dreamt that my uncle sat next to my father in a field.
They sat upon a concrete slab. I think a septic tank.
Their coats beside them and a guinness bottle in the uncle's hand. They had been
saving the hay.My uncle was also looking across the open road and could see a river
and he was wearing a no sleeved jumper. 'De jar vous' hit me in real life.
(I actually saw this complete scene thereafter including guiness bottle in reality).
Another time I dreamt I fell out of our bed and became sandwiched between the bed and
a wardrobe. I struggled with my elbows to raise myself up.Then, I suddenly had a torch in my
hand and shon it through the pitch black ahead. A torch in the distance switched itself on in mid
air and shon directly back into the light of my torch.-
(I then woke up ) !
I heard a story from my Mother who at 10 years of age was saving hay with her mother in 1941.(People in Ireland then lived far a part in terms of walking and all were farming).Both were alone in the huge expanse of the field forking hay. Then in the ditch a cry came out and
frightened my mother. A whaling type of cry she said. Banshee, who knows!
However, My grandmother clutched her close and immediately said to her 'John Flynn' has died and we better go up to me house. Grandmother knew well a distant od neighbour was ill and had been for days and may die. After a long trek through the fields to the house and after one or two hours a knock came to the door. Another neighbour called and said that indeed this man had died. She never said she got notice of this to the neighbour from the ditch and thanked the caller.
(How could such a thing be treated in such a matter of fact way by my grandmother)?
Ian Foley