terri murray

for a very nice and well liked poet god bless you terri

Terri Murray


What can one say about a fellow poet,

Who has lived life as only she would know it?

A story that should well be told,

About a woman who tried to be good as gold,

Of the love she had and the love she lost,

And going on she knows the cost,

Husband children a family reared,

A beating heart from a mother cared,

From Dublin’s fair city travelled and wise,

God only knows what she saw with her eyes,

But sat in a chair as she recalls what was,

Put down on paper to enthral all of us,

Poetry in books read from the heart,

Attentive listeners from the very start,

Never written and rushed in a hurry,

Steady as she goes is our Terri Murray,

Embraced by all who hear her story,

Never wanting to steal anyone’s glory,

Through many illnesses life’s hurt and pain,

Her writing for readers is truly our gain,

Reading in places as a prized guest,

Hearing her poetry put to the test,

She surpasses all who went before,

And clearly heard they want to hear more,

Writing of memories where there was little or no choice,

She rocks the house when she breaks into singing voice,

What can one say about a true fellow poet,

Well, she’s damn good and we all know it,

And glad we are that you’re here among us,

Alive and well without a bother or fuss,

Quietly sat there with your glass of wine,

You are among friends Terri you are always fine,

For the first lady of poetry in the Whitehouse today,

Held in the utmost regard there is no more to say,

We wish you only the best as you read something old and new,

Just beware of the fella with the love poem (john Carew)

09.09.2011