This I wrote to the memory of my dear wife who passed away 27 February 2015 , May she rest in peace.
Eileen, The Foundation Rock of our Family.
A house is just a pile of bricks, and then becomes a home,
A home is where the heart is, where you’ve no more need to roam,
It’s there to rear our family, it’s full of love and joy,
The work and play remembered, our memories to deploy.
Mother in our household, her love was all around,
She was the kingpin of the family, she was our queen uncrowned,
For guidance and opinion, she would always do her best,
To keep us close around her, our home it was her nest.
She always filled the pantry, as if a famine was about to hit,
Would “feed the forty thousand”, it was her life’s remit,
A slice of cake a cup of tea, was the least she ever gave,
Her laughter and her happiness, on our minds it is engraved.
She was generous and giving, and would give you her last dime,
“It would always come back in other ways” she told us many a time,
But now she’s left us “home alone” and taught us how to live,
Be kind to all of those around you, and best of all forgive.
With deepest love and affection,
OwdFredThis is the inscription taken from the poem and transcribed onto her headstone
She was the kingpin of the family,
She was our queen uncrowned,
Her laughter and her happiness,
Her love was all around.