Ann Moynihan

Before she became Ann Moynihan and time became her foe She was born and raised as Ann Murphy many years ago In her late sixties her life's journey came to an end She was a nice person to have as a friend In Inchileigh by Millstreet Town Ann first saw light of day And in Mallow she died from there around thirty kilometers away Predeceased by her son and her husband of life's crosses she knew A life without one sad day a gift to the very few In Millstreet and Mallow where she had lived for many years Her passing from life would not have gone without tears The Murphys formerly of Inchileigh are known far and wide Beyond the borders of Duhallow's green countryside The death of one we knew reminds us of our own mortality At least anyhow this is how it seems to be Ann who had lived as a good person died quite suddenly But whatever we achieve in life death becomes our destiny From her first home just over a kilometer away Near Millstreet Town by Cashman's Hill in St Mary's Cemetery Ann's last remains lay One can only say of her what one knows to be true That she lived as a good person for to give her what is her due.