My Victorian mother between 1970 to 1972
Helen Wyuna Mckay 22-3-1922 to 17-05-2022
A gentle soul with a heart of gold.
Welcomed this boy into her fold.
Her smile hit me every time at the door.
How are you, watch out dog on the floor.
Helen Mckay wasn’t one to sit around.
Out in the paddock she would be found.
On her horses, surrounded by her stock.
Sheep, cattle, dogs horses, loved the lot.
Her spirit kept strong and her body too.
There was nothing Helen would not do.
As the numbers kept rising on the scale.
Young horses standing quietly by the rail.
After having fallen for her calming charm.
They seem to know she meant no harm.
As the years rolled and brain stayed sharp.
As many lifelong friends she saw depart.
Lamenting that friends were getting low.
Until reminded of a younger set on the go.
Those Helen had taken interest and the time.
To share her experience with warmth sublime.
Reached the magic ton with loving girls and sons.
Then left behind respect and love by everyone.
Hamish Holcombe 27-05-2022
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