a young spirit, mother of nine.
a voice of an angel, sweet, calm, serene.
a protector and security blanket.
curled up in her lap, the safest place in the world.
rocking back and forth, back and forth.
warm tea and cookie breath as she whispered 'hush now, there there'
irish as they come.
a living saint, an example, god loving, worshiping.
prayers adorned the walls, the door way, her rosary always within reach.
a heart of gold, no contender in sight.
little pieces of her residing in a sea of us.
her laugh in julia
her smile in me
her eyes in father
her faith in us all.
an angel now lives among us.
rita loretta, forever and ever.
