My Son John

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By Nora Ward

It was on the 25th of July at a quarter past eight

I looked up to the window and I seen this lovely face

He smiled at me and said to me where are you going today.

I told him I was going to clone in the boat

To see the dolphins there.

 

He asked me for 3 cigarettes

and I turned around

I said ive only 3 cigarettes and its two ive handed out.

He said goodbye dear mammy

I love from you from my heart

That was the last goodbye he gave

We did surely part.

 

I promised him id buy for him a new T Shirt he would like

The colour was his lovely blue as his eyes were as bright.

 

I landed home that evening

It was in and around 8 o clock

My daughter came with the message

But she did not tell the loss

 

She did not want to tell me

The big shock was sure there

When I looked into her eyes

I seen the worry there

 

She said to Dad you have to come

to the hospital to see your son John

He turned around and said to her, he's doing the same thing again

No Dad it is not that

You have to come straight away

When he looked up at her face

He knew there was something there

 

Going up in the car with her and her husband

she told nothing to me at all

I did not know the pain she had

But she knew it all

 

She was the one that got him

and tried to bring him back

But it was to late for him to come

cus he was gone and passed

 

The priest had come to meet me

Outside the hospital door

He put his arms around me

"Im sorry Mrs Ward, your dear son has gone back to his home place

In Heaven sure he was gone

God and the angles came for him

But that was no good to me

I felt my poor legs going

and my heart busting free

 

I bet my head and hands against the wall

My children holding me

Mammy you will meet him up in heaven

With his arms reaching out for ye

I feel the kiss he used to give me

On my oul cheek

It is east for other people to talk

Cus they are not in my feet

They don't know the pain I had

or don't understand

My pillow wet every morning

with all tears that I shed

Ill never forget you John

Always loved.

Baby John

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by Nora Ward

My baby John

The day that you were born you brought joy to me

You were so very pretty and big

You were nice and had black hair

With blue shinny eyes

I will never forget you

 

My son

I was there when you gave your first steps

I brough you up the best I could

 I was to you a sweet teacher

I taught you, your prayers to laugh and play

and so its sad all day when you went away.

It broke my heart, it is a pain to any mother

and my heart is shot.

 

My baby John

The day that you were born brought joy to me

You were so very pretty and

you were nice with shinny eyes

I will never forget you

My son I was there when you took your first steps

I brough you to school each morning and did the best I could

I taught you prayers every day

I visit your grave everyday and we have a chat

Before we chat I pray for us all

Take care of your little brother Martin hold him

tell him Man and Dad Love him and Miss him

I know you are not far from the family and will come and help me in my troubles

We love you.

The Murderous Trout

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by Paul Howard

While walking along the banks of my local river in finglas,

i stopped to watch a fish feeding. This is what i saw.

 

Like a submarine hovering , stealth like,

hidden only for the water's motions flow.

Her postion revealed only for a second,

empty belly's glinting silvery show.

 

Majestic and effortless she darts,

stopping sharply to ambush her prey.

Cold and callous the emotionless eye,

as she devours then calmly swims away.

 

Then suddenly with a powerful thrust,

she is off for another insatiable kill.

Nothing will be safe from her murderous rage,

until she gets her fill.

My Northern Star

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My younger sister is a huge influence in my life and is always there to pick me up when i'm feeling down. This is a short poem to say thanks.

Silent Dockers

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by Paul Howard

This poem is about the operation of mooring the ship, or in lay-man's terms, securing the ship to the quay wall with ropes, with a cousin of mine in mind, who also works in the Dublin dock yards.