Christmas Memories
It’s the simple things That make us tick Memories of Christmas past Childhood dream Not the presents really More the experiences The excitement of Christmas Eve Dad home from the…
It’s the simple things That make us tick Memories of Christmas past Childhood dream Not the presents really More the experiences The excitement of Christmas Eve Dad home from the…
Dear children, gather around A long time ago When I was a child Back in the 1960’s Television was black and white We watched a weekly show “Once Upon A…
Seeing is not believing, seeing is the wonder of noticing the cherry tree in blossom, the foxglove purple and preening on the ditches between Kinnegad and Milltownpass; seeing is confidence…
I dream of the days. We drove out west. Into County Clare. Along the flaggy shore. Kilrush and Kilkee. And Lahinch too. Nights spent in Doolin. Camping under the starry…
Stone upon individual hand-masoned stone, feet and knee-smoothened, buckled grey and black, each locked into the other, until this space encloses to silence. Footsteps outside on crunching gravel, a lawnmower,…
She tirelessly waits, and eases your growing pains She watches you playing, and changes your clothes; She wipes up your mess, and washes your dishes, She dreams of her wishes,…
Why are you crying, Dear little baby; That’s only the wind That you hear outside; It may have scared you, But it will not hurt you; You are quite safe,…
Some people wear pyjamas, when they choose to lounge around; usually beside a bed, you’ll see them on the ground. Others wear tracksuit pants, which can be fleece and thick;…
In his bag he carried everything diaries, photographs and identity cards. His family had been separated brought away, on trains by guards. In the distance he saw the smoke stack…
I visit your face in my dreams, Those green eyes look in mine And we are no longer apart, The love from you, locked within my heart. I talk…