Countryside serene
With natures song
In Irelands west
We travelled on
Rising falling
Winding roads
Backyard farms
Bleating goats.
To Liams place
We arrive at last
To hear the sweetest
Voice to cast
An Irish lullaby
Did ring
From the kichen
A beautiful thing.
Upon enquiring
Whose voice it was
Liam smiled
A wisping grin
Its my mother
Who does sing
Can I meet her
I eagerly asked
Impossible he said
Shes three years passed.