• With Irish Brogue on ones tongue
• That is how your name is sung
• At tenors lips your name it hung
• From Irish loins you were sprung.

• Spanish mix shows in your grace
• Young colleen with a fresh face
• No make-up or lipstick show
• To spoil complexions that do glow

• Now in the Autumn of your days
• Deep in thought you sit and gaze
• At your life in different ways
• Hoping memories do not haze

• But when I look into your face
• I still see your Spanish grace

OCT 04,1999