Archive for November, 2011

“The Number 4”

Posted: November 27, 2011 in Prose
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THE NUMBER 4

The number 4, the jersey worn, of many a player on the field,

The number 4, that says defence, has your back and won’t ever yield,

The number 4 asks you only one question, and that is, to try your best,

Our number 4 is our first to leave, and so we lay this jersey to rest.

 

Let the numbers worn from one to ten, or twenty, or whatever your number may be,

Remember the number 4 of our son, brother and friend, the man called the ‘one and only’.

To claim him as our Maradonna  would be travesty to folklore,

For his moves belonged more to Madonna, did our beloved number 4.

 

But remember this; no club can ever be a team, without a number 4 that togs out and turns up,

A number 4 that knows every loss and win, every medal and every cup,

A number 4 that is there with you, training in the mud and cold and rain,

A number 4, that’s shared your laughs, and stood by you in your pain,.

 

So today one of our numbers has kicked his last ball,

And will play the game no more,

Let every game, this club ever plays,

                                                        Remember our number 4.

THREE WISHES

Posted: November 20, 2011 in Prose
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THREE WISHES

 1. So they say we’re in recession, well what the heck does that mean?

The government, try to convince us, that it is a societal vaccine,

A dictionary definition defines it as an act of ceding back,

Whilst my granny’s fight for her medical card brings on a cardiac.

 

2. Ceding Back?…. Oh come on!.. Did we ever cede ourselves forward?

Now I know that progress has been made, but has it been all that straightforward?

My granny said, as she lay prone, as her heart ceded back its beating,

“My life is flashing…..I recall great music,… Mozart, not Ronan Keating!”

 

3.”And wait!” she crowed, as her heart beat slowed, she was now in the realm of impunity,

“I have a vision, a distant memory, oh yes it’s an image of community.

” So she lay there drifting, like a government, ebbing in and out of conscious thought

And mumbled something about a trolley, and dignity she was taught.

4. And as I sit past midnight, with my granny and her failing heart,

She props up on her elbow and says “here’s the crazy part…”

“I cleaned your clothes on washboard, when you were just a child,

I chopped the wood for fireside, and was granny, and I smiled.”

5.”An indoor toilet was a concept, for ours was found in the backyard,

And sometimes I miss those things I had, just like my Medical Card!”

I recall, in haze, for my heart beats weak, when I cleaned and wiped your small backside,

The joy of Dev, our Kerry Blue, who never left your side.”

6. I listened once, I listened twice, and I knew the heart had stopped,

But the heart was mine, and not my gran’s, for on the elbow she still wasl propped,

“What’s wrong son?” She gently probed. “What is it that you’re thinking?

” I lay her down and comforted her, and felt her body shrinking.

7. “Gran!” I said. “I love you deep, and trust me, this is very hard,

Your legacy is not lost in me, not like your medical card.

And my time, sometimes, is taken up, with the backside wiping of my clan,

But rest assured, the person that I am today, has something to do with you Gran.”

 

8. “I know they never let you take a job or let you have the vote,

And through it all, you ne’er complained. You just kept the ship afloat.

Now I know that life is different now, sure I’m more concerned about my ipod,

And in your day, your main concerns were food and heat and God.”

 

9. “Three more beats.” she says to me: “Use each one as a wish.”

And I realise now in hindsight, she was gifting me, wisdom on a dish,

I held her hand, her last warmth, and her last breath filled the air,

A privilege, A privilege, A privilege to be there.

 

10. Wish one.

That she is now at peace, and reunited with Grandad Joe, That the love they shared here down on earth is filled with afterglow.

Wish Two.

That every ounce of knowledge, wisdom, and compassion that she showed me, Is not wasted on another’s Gran, left to die on a trolley.

11. Wish Three.

Is now your possession, and it contains three wishes for you,

To grant as you see fit,

so see what you can do,

And as this is also my last wish, I feel my heart is beating hard.

So,

I wish for the grace of God,

and Gran,

and her right to a medical card.