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Just Happy Tears on Father's Day

Just Happy Tears on Father's Day
My Dad is one of the most important people in my life. He has always encouraged me, guided me, minded me and listened to me.

Last Father's Day I wrote him a poem to let him know how much he means to me. 

I've seen him cry only a few times in my life... once on my wedding day and once on the day that I gave him this gift. 

These words are from my very soul. He knows that.  

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Dado

He was my world for 30 years.
He still is.
My world got bigger.

My dream-maker. Dream-catcher.
Without hesitation he said go.
Always.

I smile because of him.
I cry with him.
My white knight and my protector,
He became my ally.  

I am his realm.
I know that.
I always have.

Tales of catching rabbits to ‘big Peter’ down below.
Midnight chats.  
Morning broke.
He called.
Always.

He belongs to me. My Dado.
He always will.
My heart commands it.

Of a Tuesday...

Of a Tuesday...
It being Tuesday reminded me of a poem I wrote recently for a birthday gift to a very much loved dad, grandad, husband and son.

It's called 'Of a Tuesday', a phrase used often by Tommy (the recipient). Before writing this poem, I had a number of details about Tommy:
 
1. He loves to play golf.
2. He's a hockey coach, has played all his life and his sons hold very special memories of them playing together. 
3. Tommy used to be a boxing champion. 
4. He loves a glass of bubbly!! 
5. He is very loved and cherished by his family and friends. 
 
 
Of a Tuesday…  

He smiles wisely, he winks knowingly.
His tales detailing the decades.

All the while knowing that the decades belong to us.
He belongs to us.

As another year passes, we celebrate him.
His kindness, his strength, his softness, his love.

Memories of years gone by… of goals scored together.
To the present moment… of putts taken together.

A father to his sons and daughters.
Guiding. 
Steadying.
Strengthening.  

A grandfather.
Laughing, loving, being. 
 
The crinkling of his eyes and behind them a glow.
Bubbles surfacing… popping like a right hook.   
As we raise a glass.
To Tommy.
He belongs to us. 

IRISH AND PROUD...

IRISH AND PROUD...
They say everyone's Irish on St Patrick’s Day. I’m lucky enough to be Irish all year around! As a resident Bostonian these days, I often feel more Irish as an emigrant than I did when I lived in Ireland. This is especially true on St Patrick’s Day.

I love to celebrate my Irishness. I bask in the glory of a casual ‘great accent’ or a prideful ‘my great grandparents were Irish’ remark. I feel like we often don’t celebrate our true Irishness enough. Not the leprechaun inspired, green pints of Guinness view of our nation but our true identity as a land of poets, saints and scholars.

As a student of English literature many moons ago I got to study all of the greats and it stirred in me my love of poetry but also a deep national pride. To this day, I read Seamus Heaney and Patrick Kavanagh and my blood turns green.

At every turn I’ll celebrate our inspiring Irish writers and I’ll certainly take advantage of our Patron Saint to do it!! St. Patrick would have wanted us to… ;)

In the run up to St Patrick’s Day, Just Happy Tears will celebrate the Irish literary greats. Feel free to get in touch with any poems that you'd like to see included.
First up... Eavan Boland.