On Day 55, at noon's gentle chime, In Mountmellick, a moment stopped time. December skies framed Fiona, so tall, A baker, a cook, she dazzled us all. Her curls danced with whispers of air, A culchie with fashion beyond compare. A teacher of young, with kindness and grace, In the classroom, she found her place. In dawn's embrace, she would gently rise, With hands interlocked, beneath the skies. Her lips, a story, a kiss profound, In her embrace, love's depth is found. Barefoot she tred, on greens so lush, A golfing muse, with nature's hush. Oh Fiona, in your presence, desires unfurled, You blessed my world, my lovely girl.