A Poem For My Father on St. Patrick’s Day

My Father, as a young man, in the British Army

I wrote this poem for my dad back in 2003. I’m sure he’d be pleased to know that I’m sharing it with you all now. He passed away in 2008, but his memory lives on, and we never are remiss about celebrating the St. Patrick’s as he would have done.  Here’s to you, Daddy! Erin go Bragh!

On St. Patrick’s Day

 I know what will happen St. Patrick’s Day
 As soon as the music fills the air,
 And the greenery is everywhere;
 my father will sit in his old, worn chair,
 And fight back the tears as the bagpipes play—

 I know what will happen St. Patrick’s Day …

 He’ll be singing “I’ll Take You Home Again—
 Kathleen, I remember way back when”—
 His voice will grow soft and I’ll lose him then;
 His eyes will mist as the bagpipes play—

 I know what will happen, St. Patrick’s Day ….

 The whiskey will flow and we’ll eat so well;
 There’ll be cabbage cooked despite the smell;
 We’ll joke and laugh, you might never tell,
 But Daddy will sigh as the bagpipes play—

 I know what will happen, St. Patrick’s Day …

 If only I could take him home,
 To the “old sod” from which he roamed,
 I know that I could bring a smile—
 A tear of joy, e’en for a while,

 And when he’s gone, the pipes will play …
 I’ll be the one crying, St. Patrick’s Day

. Kat Mortensen©2012 Protected by Copyscape DMCA Takedown Notice Checker

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