Your last breath was taken before noon
The lines of pain were lessened
Your face returned to peace again
Warrior spirit you endured long
Born with spinal bifida operated
Your body let you down from birth
You fought all your life to live
Intelligent witty and brilliant
That chip on your shoulder was
a big one to carry for those you
let love you Diane Darren Stacey
You grew up in a family of six
Third boy you wrestled them all
Demanded to be heard in the din
You carried the rosary beads of
Your grandmother and mother on
