Kathleen Murphy

Her name was Kathleen Murphy before she became Brendan Murphy's wife And in Millstreet in Duhallow she spent most of her life A mother and grandmother though she was not old in years And among her friends and family her passing did give rise to tears I remember Kathleen Murphy when her hair was dark brown One of the finest women east of old Millstreet Town As the senior member of her family at Murphy family gatherings none to fill her place And from Millstreet in Duhallow hers will be a missed face Though it is a fact us humans are mortals and fact does never lie It is a sad day for a family the day a mother die She was a well loved person who did make many a friend And so sad to learn of Kathleen that her life's journey did end Suppose it is the fear of death that most people do fear But every day we live to see to our last one more near The fate of Kathleen Murphy becomes the fate of everyone some day In St Mary's near where she used to live her last remains now lay A beautiful looking woman when in her physical prime Good memories of Kathleen Murphy will outlive this simple rhyme Written in her honor hope from life hers was a painless release A good and gracious person may she now rest in peace.