16/06/2026
This day last week was my precious Mammy’s funeral and this was a poem I wrote in her honour for Mother’s Day, never realising it would be our last or how true the concluding words would be when she was so ill.
I will miss her forever but do my utmost to make her proud in everything I do 💔🪽❤️
What is a Mother?
She is the one who shapes and moulds,
With gentle guidance to make brave and bold.
There to lead from an early age,
She shows example and is a nurturing sage.
Soothing whispers and tender words.
Arms encircled in a halo of love.
Her giving hands never cease to provide.
Present in all seasons; never abandoning side.
Offering her last crumb so you have one,
Sacrificing herself to ensure you’re never alone.
Her voice imparts advice that will always remain.
The passage of time doesn’t dull the refrain.
A fierce, sturdy shoulder on which to cry.
She is the one, upon whom, you can always rely.
Forever she will be your biggest support.
Hers will be the loudest cheer from the floor.
She is kindness and generosity wrapped in a bow.
A gift in your life and a place to call ‘home’.
She prepares you for motherhood and shows what to do,
When you have your own brood and she’s a granny now too.
There to celebrate and a face at every milestone event.
Your greatest ally and a force to be reckoned with.
Then, there comes a day when she is not as strong.
She is fragile and delicate and now it’s your turn…
To give it back and be there for her.
When her body is tired or her memory blurs.
You remember what she always did for you.
Your beautiful mother - so loyal and true.
By Fionnuala Cassidy ©️
15th March 2026
