Sunday, November 13, 2016
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For dearest Aunt Ann...
A poem for the first of a generation — a beautiful Irish Rose — who’s light graced so many…
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“Ireland Calling”
If roses grow in heaven, Lord pick a bunch for me
Placed them in her arms and tell her they are from me.
Tell her we love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
We do it every day,
But there's an ache in our heart
That will never go away.
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To my dear cousins and family,
Please know that our heart and prayers are with you. Wishing we could be there in person to support you and pay our deepest respects.
May the light of heaven shine upon her.
With deepest sympathy,
Margaret Ann McCormack and family
