The Diamond Years

From Portglenone and Fenagh
Two families did entwine
The day when Mary did respond
To Jack's "Will you be mine?"

They started off by parting,
As Jack went off to war,
And as a new bride, May returned
To life, as 'twas before.

She knew it was his duty,
She said she didn't mind,
For Jack, on cold dark winter's nights,
This young bride must have pined.

At end of war, while on home leave,
May, feeling less forlorn,
They made up for lost time, and soon
Their number one was born.

A second boy, then came again,
Patter of tiny feet,
And when their daughter had been born,
Their family was complete.

They headed off to go out west
In nineteen sixty three,
Aboard th'Empress of Canada,
With six weeks on the sea.

Across th'Atlantic, many times,
They travelled to and fro,
Both taking off and landing at
Belfast and Toronto.

Now sixty years have passed them by
Since they both said "I do"
And still their love remains as strong
As 'twas in 'forty two'

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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

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.

A Father's Blessing

As youngest son, I always sensed From many of the brothers, True or not, they’d put me down, I wasn’t like the others. A few days prior to passing on, A blessing I was giv’n From my beloved, aged dad, Before he moved to Heav’n. His health was failing faster now The family rallied 'round, My eldest bro from ‘cross the sea, Was heading ‘homeward bound’. While visiting, - a daily rit, To spend some ‘qual’ty time’, I mentioned ‘bout th'upcoming trip, I’ll ne’er forget this line. “You’ll not need me tomorrow night To visit with you, dad, Your number

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