Up atop a rocky mound,
What thoughts, may you have found?
Visiting the land so green,
Oh, the sights you must have seen.
Carved Celtic stones
Housing ancient bones;
Where sheep abide;
When they are shorn
Intricate sweaters be worn;
By your ancestors, old and new.
The light filters down
Where you are found.
An immortalized scene;
What does life mean?
We miss all of you,
Especially, your heart so true.
Film captured your essence
In true luminescence.
Is this what heaven is for you?
Elevated and engulfed in light
A look of contentment and delight.
Ireland called her baby home;
O’er the land and sea, your spirit – free to roam.
In memory of my Mother-in-law Rose Collette.
Image courtesy of Annmarie Collette