My wife Kathleen is in the kitchen...the smell of corned beef and cabbage...red potatoes capture her smile...Irish soda bread lies sliced...its white crust a reminder of many yesterdays.....lit green shamrocks awaken in our living room..a smiling Leprechaun hangs in the front door...dinner plates are set for 10 ...my dog Danny Boy lies on our front stoop...the nearby squirrels want him to play hide and seek...his heart is willing..his legs wont move....even young dogs have their limits...Oh Danny Boy..!!! The dinner bell will ring at 6pm...My Mother and brothers will gather...she in her green scarf..her eyes bright with holiday..they will be her personal escort ...an Irish guard of the heart....but I know her well..she will say leave me boys...I am fine... We will say Grace as we do at every meal....she will seek my Fathers hand...a hand she held for over 70 years...her soft Irish eyes will stare into the green fields of her youth...her eyes will close quietly...a green tear at their edge... and then we will break bread...the bread of an Irish heart...a tradition that has been handed to me by my parents...My Mother will speak to my children...her grandchildren and tell them of her life..and the famine..and the courage..and the poverty...and what it means to be cold to the bone...only a few pieces of borrowed coal to keep the heat for just a few more hours....her soft hand rubbing my sons back.... We will all say a prayer before we leave...an Irish Blessing will fill my home....and I will watch my Mother return home...my brothers at her side...my chest filled with pride...my heart aglow in emerald green. Please pray for those who know one prays for. Peace Always.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 21:38:52 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015