Maria Poem by Francis Duggan

A seventy year old widowed grandmother Maria is her name
Her maternal grandmother did hail from a place called Kiskeam
Of this Southern Country north and far away
The years have left her looking weary and gray

And though better days in life she surely has known
She seems happy though she does live on her own
She has forged many friendships since she does socialize
And she is quite friendly and humorous and wise

She is one i see often though not every day
With her friends at the bowl club rooms bingo she does play
Her beloved husband Guiseppe died five years ago
From stomach cancer his end it was painful and slow

But Maria will tell you life has to go on
We must live in the now for the past it has gone
And if she has cares and worries them she does not show
The happy one everyone wishes to know.