Evocation. Nurse Eileen Mulvenna

The second day of February,
The year of '39,
When Mrs. Coleman had a girl
Her number one, in line.

She grew up in the country,
Down Ballyronan way,
And by the lough with siblings young,
This little girl did play.

She has a grown up family,
And they have offspring too,
'If only our Patricia
Would find someone to woo'

Although she is a great nurse,
A vet she'll never make,
Just ask about the budgerigar
Whose poor old leg did break.

She has a lovely handbag,
Like every other lass,
Just don't ask what she had in hers
That Sunday, during mass.

Whenever she was younger,
She loved to have a dance,
To get those joints a-moving now,
She'd need put in a trance.

She's always nice and slender,
And never on a diet,
But her cholesterol can be good
Or sometimes just run riot.

So now it's 1999
And years have passed, three score,
So happy birthday Eileen
And here's to sixty more.

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Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant

25 have past July 17th 2023

💝 ' 25 ' H a v e P a s t 💝 W as it really so long ago? I t seems like just a few, L ove was boundless in the air, L ooking down on you . I remember my old dad, that's A ileen’s grandad, too, M arching slowly, up the aisle, A dorned by none, but you. N ext he gave you to your men, your D ad, pastor, and beau, A ileen and William pronounced their vows I nsisting love would grow. L ike yesterday, I’m sure it seems, E ven though it’s gone so fast, E xactly where, did those years fly? N ow " twenty-five " have past.

I love you dad.

I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

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