Recently asked to say a word at my sister's funeral I found myself recalling her early days....
She was an
artful dodger
Adept at
breaking rules
The
proverbial rebel spirit
Never
headlined in The News.
From fairy
on the Christmas tree
To urchin
in the street
Morphing
from clean to dirty
Was quite
her special feat.
Macavity,
the mystery cat,
She emulated
him
For
managing to stir things up
And setting
up a din
But when
you went to find her,
Like any
dodger worth her salt,
She was
long gone from the podium
She never
did get caught.
The
bafflement of
The Mercy
nuns’ despair
For when
you reached the scene of crime
Well, Maire
wasn’t there….
Maire 1950-2023
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I never met her of course, but with these words, it's like you conjured her.
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