William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD
THE MONICA MCCAFFREY SONG
On Rabbit Road one summer’s day I saw Monica McCaffrey it’s true.
She picked wild berries by the road to make pies for me and you.
Wee Bonzo trailed beside her feet in his wee short legged Way.
She said the rosary as she picked, on that bright and sunny day.
She prayed for her brother our uncle Mick-she hoped he’d take the pledge.
She prayed for her Billy who was overseas when the world was on the edge.
Mom had a good heart and she made jam tarts for all of her nine kids that day.
Her prayers were answered, as all of her kids, were healthy in every way.
She gave each of us the gift of prayer and she gave us her love for life.
She gave unconditional love to each of us and to Dad she was a good wife.
In the Lanark church yard she rests today beside her beloved Bill.
She looks down on us from up above the orchard on Joey’s farm hill.
At the Willbond fest where relatives met, we see her in the mind’s eye.
She was way too young to leave us here; she was much too young to die.
She washed our faces, took us to Mass. Dressed us up for each school class.
That wonderful lady is with us yet and none of us will ever forget.
©Copyright August 30, 2009 by William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD