Lost In Translation... She has a wicked imagination drawn from the distance of her youth.. She has a smile that beguiles me and her own wee version of the truth... She has a new story everyday of the happenings from the night before.. Dreamt up through that waking sleepiness and the shadows that pass her door... It hasnt always been like this I can say til Im blue in the face.. Her independant charm lit up the room before she succumbed to this place... A sister to eleven brothers and a friend to countless more.. In a cottage with a warm and welcoming heart and a constantly open door... Theres not a home in Dunfanaghy without a story or two.. Of the girl with eleven men by her side and the shenanigans they got up to... She travelled to Scotland searching for work and got more than she bargained for.. Returning with a husband and three of her brood she was back in Ireland once more... They opted for sunny Bangor it was here that I joined the fold.. With her family complete, she grounded her feet and they settled down to grow old... But God must have needed a labourer as our Dad lost his battle for life.. Left with four heartbroken teenagers; Mother took over from Wife... She never complained or questioned it I guess her faith saw her through.. Our formative years, our laughter and tears She did all a mother could do... So now its our turn to guide her though her world where things arent as they seem.. For she moulded us into who we are now through that dignified dance of her dreams... https://soundcloud/paul-daniel-rafferty/lost-in-translation
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 09:09:07 +0000
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