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Every 17th of March I wear green,
of my Irish heritage I make the most,
on this day of the year especially,
I’ll pour a glass of whiskey and raise a toast.
My mother’s Dublin twang has faded
since moving over as a little child,
moving to Salford and Manchester,
across the sea from the Emerald Isle.
My mother’s roots are planted in the new country,
where she grew up, married and settled down.
Raising us three kids with my father,
Here in Salford, this Dirty Old Town.
While I embrace my Irish connection
the bond growing stronger over the years,
my mother is linked by love to my Manchester home,
and I feel inexplicably drawn to hers.
On this day each year I’m an Irishman,
listen to the Dubliners and raise a glass,
my mother remains true to her adopted country,
forever the Lancashire lass.
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Author:
Tom Dylan (
Online) - Published: March 17th, 2026 04:45
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Good write Patrick, erm, Tom. lol.
Thanks a lot, Orchi. 🙂
A tribute to heritage on a splendid day commemorative of such. We all are torn, know it or not between ancestors and lands never known and that that we know and love. A lovely poem my friend
Thanks, Soren. That was exactly the point I was trying to make. I love my Irish heritage, whereas my mother loves Manchester and Salford where she found love and raised a family. Thanks again, really appreciated, my friend.
You are most welcome Tom
"May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand."
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