Bits of paper pressed in a book
Remembrances he wanted to keep
Obituaries of the ones he loved most
And poems that could make you weep
These bits of paper he left behind
In a book, pages yellowed with age
It reminds me of him, and my love will never dim
And I remember, as I turn each treasured page
The songbook was written in granny's own hand
My fathers grandmother you see
She left it to him cause he was special to her
When Dad died, he left it to me
The book was written a long time ago
When granny wrote down songs she knew
The sad ones, the love songs, the songs of her day
Irish ballads and rebel songs too!
Bits of paper, in this tattered old book
Words written to ponder and love
He said we were meant to know these old songs
Or our heritage soon would be lost!
I stayed up past bedtime many nights as a child
To listen to Dad sing each song
We'd start at the front of the book and then
He would sing to me all night long
The bits of paper and this tattered old book
Are more than mere paper you see
It's the love of a song, family pride that goes on
That passed from granny, to my dad, to me
It's the love of a song, family pride that goes on
That passed from granny, to my dad, to me.
A wonderful story Kathleen, expertly told. Well done. Best wishes, Andrew x
This is such a touching poem! Well-crafted and so full of meaning!
A poignant tribute to loved ones.....gone on! Please read 'Is Not....Perception...Reality.'
Poignantly beautiful poem. What a beautiful legacy to have Kathleen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is well written and the sentiment is superb. A lovely poem. Read mine – I Cannot Return – Adeline