Irish Lasses

Just thinking of my mother and me...

IRISH LASSES

 

An Irish lass was she.

With her fair skin.

And deep blue eyes.

THough she was of mixed breed at that.

She was still proud of her Irish heritage.

Come St. Patricks Day, she'd wear her green proudly.

And honor her mother on this special day.

For me mother was born on this day and was Irish.

Mother and daughter.

Though years apart in age, close in spirit.

Both had their wicked and warped sense of humor..

LIke mother, like daughter.

Both loved and trusted fiercely those in their lives.

Though neither had been to Ireland.

It ran still in deep waters in both of them.

They shared a love of celtic things, whether it was music or art.

Twas a sad day for all, when me mother joined her Angel on high.

And left me behind.

But now i know, that I shall always have my Irish Angel watchin over me.

 

the end.

Sue Therese Boone

2/19/09

Author's Note

I have been working on & off,on my mother's story for some time now. I still find it hard to write about her, even after 2 years of her passing. I have photos of her all over my place. So i know she is with me always. And i miss her still...

Reviews

[THE LOST ROSE]

It is wonderful that your mother and you shared so much joy that you want to honor her with a story. I lost my wife almost two years ago this May and I wrote 3 poems during our courtship and marriage and 7 since she passed. I plan on honoring her with a video.

[larryb]

Touching and very well done sweetie :)

[Wicahpi]

I bet your mom was an awesome Irish woman.
I'm sure she is all around you. Lovely tribute to her :)

[Bear]

She's smilin' from above over this poem!! Good tribute, thanks for sharing!!
Sallie Bear

[Wildecat]

This is a beatiful tribute to your Mom, I am sure she is looking down on her beautiful daughter with a smile on her face. Well done.