Sorry if there is a delay in responses. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
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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Tom Dylan (
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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."
Happy St Patrick’s🍀☘️🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks, mate. Appreciated. Cheers, Tom.
🕊️🙏🏻
Tom, have you checked out any of Conor Mac Dari`s work?
No, I've never heard of him. Where would I find his work? I'm intrigued. Cheers, Tom.
On YouTube, or online pdf’s. Brace yourself!
Do you read Patrick’s writings? It seems he was really steeped into Christianity. I like your poem, and not to ruin the day but it’s funny to me how with time things go astray from its original intentions… I heard the color was originally blue 😅
Tom, this is a warm, grounded piece…there’s a real sense of pride and tenderness running through it. “forever the Lancashire lass.” lands so naturally…it feels like the whole poem settles into that truth. Really enjoyed this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much, Tom. Yes, I'm fascinated by her Irish roots, and she's a proud Lancashire lass. I suppose we're both connected to each place because of each other. Thanks for your comments. Cheers, Tom.
Indeed. Most welcome, my friend. Cheers!
The mix of if not loyalties at least connections. I certainly can relate. But bottom line - you are an individual, free to move in whichever way you choose.
Good to see you back, Tom
Spot on. Thanks for your comments as always, mate.
Slainte Tom. May the new year be full of life.
Andy
Cheers, Andy! Thanks for your comments!
Tremendous work. You nailed it.
Thanks a lot, Thomas. Really appreciated.,
cheers to you - though belatedly...
Thanks, Nafisa. Appreciated.
You are welcome 🙏🏼
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