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.
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That is a true lullaby of the heart 🙏🏻🕊️
so glad you liked it, many thanks
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
Now that is a very sweet write, enjoyed the read
very kind thanks
You are very
Welcome
And if we listen hard enough we can hear our mothers sing as well. A most lovely poem and feeling a fave
much appreciated thanks
Excellent write
appreciated thanks
You're Welcome
A very warm poem — and at the same time, strikingly deep.
thanking you, appreciated
What a splendid poem and from the west of Ireland, a beautiful part of the island. You should repost this every year on Saint Patrick's Day, so that we can savour its beauty over and over again. Perfect.
All the very best to you,
Tony.
very kind comments, thanking you
Having travelled well in the south of Ireland, I got to meet the very, very special people and I absolutely love this, Christie Moore would be proud. Such a magical tone especially at the end which gave me goosebumps 🌹
vey kind comments, appreciated, thanks
Dang, I love that! Well
Done.
thanking you, appreciated
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