Izzy and The Cliffs of Moher

The wind danced wild on Ireland’s shore,
Where ocean waves in thunder roar.
Izzy stood on the cliffs so high,
Beneath a vast and endless sky.

Wrapped in warmth, a scarf so fine,
A gift of love, a treasured sign.
Grandmomma Rozzy’s woven thread,
Lay soft beneath her golden head.

The sunlight spilled in golden streams,
Like whispers soft from distant dreams.
A touch from heaven, pure and bright,
A mother’s mother, love and light.

The cliffs stood tall, the sea below,
Reflected all she longed to know.
That love endures, though time must part,
Still beats within a faithful heart.

And as the waves called out her name,
She felt her world was much the same.
For in the breeze, in sky so blue,
Grandmomma Rozzy smiled—as her love came through.

A grander Grandmomma are rare they’d say
To share her gift of love on her own Birthday.