Her eyes made quarter moons when she smiled
Honest and true, the heart of a child
“All kids in front!” as she led from behind
If there was a problem, she didn’t mind
Laughing before she told the joke
Speaking in riddles whenever she spoke
The only harm that she would do
Was give a dirty look to you
An eyebrow down, “6 Feet Away!”
“God loves you” is what she’d say
She was not keen on keeping house
Had even made friends with the mouse
A rock to think on, a place to sit
Mass to go to, pipe ready and lit
“It’s my house!” she’d always say
To break the rules, to get her way

She worked until the very end
“Retirement” spent on the mend
With full intention to go back
Couldn’t let those taxes slack
Doctors treated by the book
Who’s the author? Take a look
If the doctors want their share
They must listen to Medicare

And now she’s gone.
Her eyes made quarter moons when she smiled