She had both stage and television performances of her work at Theater Hopkins, Johns Hopkins University, as well as Cockpit-in-the Court at Essex Community College and Spotlighters Theater.
In her poem, "Self-Portrait," Mrs. Doyle wrote:
When I am being most meself
Ye'd niver want to know me.
Me hair uncombed. me feet unshod, me lunch forgot ---
I do not write aesthetely.
Me papers crumpled into wads,
me forehead furrowed into knots.
I have forgot meself completely.
Another poem, "Breda's Song," deals with "loss and death in a mournful yet beautiful way," said a son, Dr. Kevin J. Doyle, who lives in Reisterstown.
My dear, I dreamed that you were dead.
alone in bed
with cobwebs of grief entangled in my hair.
Loss lay on my shoulders.
My feet were bare
on the chilly floor.
I knew then it was no dream.
Oh, I would sleep again