Friday 14 April 2023

The Sister


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 Oaks Road

The Mercy nuns’ despair

For when you reached the scene of crime

Well, Maire wasn’t there….

Maire 1950-2023

Copyright 2023  Cathy Leonard All rights reserved

1 comment:

  1. I never met her of course, but with these words, it's like you conjured her.