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| original work by Christine I Steeves-Speakman |
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
My Nanny’s mom came to Canada from Ireland when she was just a teen…seventeen, I believe. Each St. Paddy’s Day she would stay in her room and listen to the ‘old’ songs of home. I was only a toddler when my great-granny died so I have no memories of her, only pictures. However, her love and traditions of home have never left us.
Below is what I long ago wrote for my Nanny, but it’s safe to say it would have started with a voyage from Ireland to Canada upon meeting a young man who had traveled from Scotland to Canada.
Cheers!
LADY
She gives herself completely to all around
To work so hard and so unselfishly
For those she loves
Life then was not carefree or easy
You worked to live
Then the day arrives when all security is gone
You strike out on your own
But not alone
Love and determination wins over all
Times are rough how do you make it through
With the help of those who are part you
That man maybe over there…somewhere
But you can bring everyone through
You’re from that long line of winners
Over the years you watch the seasons change
The lives expand
Soon the nest is empty, but filled once more
You have started your own tree
The roots are you
And yours run far below
We soon will strike out on our own
But never will we forget
The grace
The elegance
The love
The determination of the Lady
Who came for the line of winners just to
Start her own line of winners
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What is Poetry Starts?
…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic