In Ballyheigue where summers danced, Under skies where time took chance, With you, Mam, our anchor, guide, Through paths where gentle memories bide. Each stroll that turned to winding quest, With Dad's sweet folly as our jest, Laughter like the waves' embrace, In that cherished, sunlit place. You fed the birds with tender hand, Planted dreams upon the land, Amidst the blooms, your love took root, In every smile, your voice a flute. Two years gone, yet ever near, In whispered winds, your spirit clear, We miss the warmth your presence gave, In hearts you've touched, your light will wave. So here's to you, our guiding star, The gentle soul you truly are, In every summer, every breeze, A legacy that never flees.