My grand mother was Mary Ellen Murphy.
She was born near Dublin, and was the oldest of ten children. They came to the U.S. and settled in Hollyoke, Mass. She met my grandfather, Merton while walking in the park.
This poem is in honor of her and my Irish Ancestors. I am 37% Irish.
May God grant you always a sunbeam to warm you, a moon beam to charm you, a sheltering angel so nothing can harm you.
Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you and whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you. Author Unknown
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
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Regis
Beautiful the honor for your mother.
Lady Mary Ann 🍀
Love ya!
Jane