To have and to hold and then part is
the greatest sorrow of a broken heart.
Too young to die, too precious to loose. We
had no choice, We could not choose, to
thoughts we see you just the same, With
love and pride we speak your nam, You are
never more than a thought away, we love and
remember you every day. Theresa O'Driscoll
Died 1964, aged 3½s
Mam, Dad, Brothers and Sisters.