William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD
AN ODE TO LIZZY DOLAN
Lizzie is my favourite first cousin her Mom is Aunt Grace.
Cousin Lizzie always had a huge smile on her face.
She swore like a trooper but she’d never miss Mass.
She wrestled with the lads and she could kick your ass.
She had tragedy and happiness during her years of life.
Meeting farmer Martin Fergus she became his good wife.
She lost Michael John Dolan, Uncle Jack was her Dad:
At the loss of Brother Mickey for long years she was sad.
She had loving children in that log house she called home.
Lizzie played the piano and she sang songs on her own.
She taught me how to step-dance and to rock and roll.
I got dumped in the cow-byre tank when I got too bold.
When I visit the Ottawa Valley on those times I go there.
I try to visit cousin Lizzie because about her I really care.
I enjoy our conversations as over the years our thoughts blend.
I see once again that big grin – Lizzie is my cousin and my friend.
©Copyright February 3, 2011 by William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD