Phillis O' Shea

Poem By Francis Duggan

In the Seasons of time one has to go back far
Since Phillis drank and danced with her late Husband Billy O Shea in the Bush Bar
Since then many a sunset and many a sundown
And so many changes in old Millstreet Town

She was Phillis Foley before she became Billy O Shea's wife
And in Millstreet where she raised her children she lived for the most of her life
A woman who in Duhallow by many was well liked and well known
As a beautiful person with a charm of her own

The Reaper of lives of her grief did not spare
The Shea Family given some crosses to bear
In life as we know there is laughter and tears
And Phillis she too had her happier years

Predeceased by her husband Billy in time going back a while
Phillis was a beautiful person with a beautiful smile
As human life goes in time she had lived quite a span
I remember her as a middle aged woman when i was a young man

Sad to hear that from life Phillis has passed away
And Millstreet the poorer without her today
A huge loss to her family and to her friends and though the gift of life from her has gone
In all who knew her good memories of the beautiful person she was will live on.

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