The moon will rise tonight behind Moondeega, <br />It’s light will shine upon our mother’s grave, <br />It will drift across the valley to our homestead, <br />Where its our lonely father, sad but brave. <br /> <br />I can see him sitting there his heart is broken, <br />And his eyes are filled with tears, <br />Which do not fall, <br />All her children loved our darling mother dearly <br />It was he who proved he loved her most of all. <br /> <br />When our father says the rosary by the fireside, <br />And our brother by his bedside, kneels to pray, <br />All her daughters say their prayers across the oceans, <br />Each ones thoughts on Owning graveyard far away. <br /> <br />Sixty years ago our parents wed each other, <br />In that church where now she sleeps beside its door, <br />May god rest in peace the soul of our dear mother <br />Till we meet again beyond that golden shore. <br /> <br /> <br />Written by Gertrude Condron 25th January 1971<br /><br />Gertrude Joy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dearest-mammie-r-i-p-by-gertrude-condron-nee-joy/
