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Mary Murphy


Our Patrick found a jewel,

When  wooed he, young Mary,  

I now know why he chose you,

You’re loving, kind, cheery,                                   


 You’ll try your hand at anything,

Your expertise, abound.

Ne’er shirk responsibility,

At least, ’tis what I’ve found.


Your thoughtfulness, assistance,

Will help, in any way,

Nothing is a problem,

To YOU, it’s like ‘child’s play’


A "mother hen" to anyone

Who needs assistance, care,

NOT full of empty promises,

If mentioned, - you'll be there.


Meticulously efficient

In everything you do,

And if you promise to assist

One CAN, rely on you. 


Many people promise 

To help with ‘this or that’

Although whene’er ‘push comes to shove’

They’re gone - just like scared cat.


NOT so with our dear Mary,

A ‘promise keeper’ - she

If she does vow, she’ll keep her word,

‘ Right  on the ball ’ she’ll be.


It’s cited in the adage 

“Out of sight - out of mind”

Though NOT with our kind Mary,

A vow made, she will bind. 


So “THANK’s to YOU’’ dear Mary, 

Your love abounds, no end,  

With grateful and beholden heart,

We term you as a “Friend”.



Mother's Day 

Though not by blood related,

Too young, to be my 'ma'

For all you've done these past few years,

I send a heartfelt 'ta'.

You're 'on the Ball' constantly,

'times learning, as you go,

"You are appreciated lots"

I wanted you to know.






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