Year
I stopped myself being angry
seeing sticky jam on the door
I knew how time would fly until
our house could be shining but
my baby would be grown up
a child no more
SUBH MILIS from the Irish by Séamus Ó Néill
Bhí subh milis
Ar bhaschrann an dorais
Ach mhúch mé an corraí
Ionam d’éirigh,
Mar smaoinigh mé ar an lá
A bheas an bhaschrann glan,
Agus an láimh bheag
Ar iarraidh.
Dear Poeter, As we look back on the paths we have traversed in life, the mind imagines itself as a child for a while in the past tense. We are all running as human beings behind a fast running time. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations