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,
OwdFred
This 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.
