Heritage

There was a woman

A funny little thing 

Bare feet  old nylon dress 

Like Orci, couldn't sing. 

Bad B.O.

Oysters were her fame 

Only pearl amongst them 

That was the claim. 

Devoted to her husband 

But never wore a ring. 

To her friends she was everything. 

She could drink like a fish and swear like a trooper

Joke like a barmaid 

She really was super.

Given the gift of the Fathers heart 

After two breakdowns 

A new life she did start.

Honest as the days were long,  confident in the words of the son.

Leaving behind the sins of the past, working for treasure destined to last. 

When she passed some years ago 

Wanted no one at the burial. 

She said: "it's just a carcass going into a hole."

"After three days have a service in the Chapel to praise the Lord."

So that's what we did

And everyone balled. 

Not tears of sadness but tears of joy!

I know this is true 

I am her little boy.