GERRY SWEENEY'S MAMMY
Mrs. Sweeney
was Gerry Sweeney's mammy.
And even though I had my own
I had her on loan.
It was like having a spare
mammy.
And even when she was mad
with us
she just couldn't be mad
with us.
'Go on...' she'd grin '....go on! '
'Ya'd wear the heart out of a stone! '
And if ya fell and
ya were cryin'
your heart and knee
badly grazed
or badly bitten by a bee
she....
would hug you up
with all of her self
'Ahhh come here to me ya
poor little dote! '
Wrap you up in
so much love
it would last
for years.
For years.
Gerry Sweeney was my best
friend ever
in the way-back-then:
still is....nothing's changed
except us young fellas
have become auld fellas
who still think
they're young fellas.
And every time I see him
I could almost cry.
I can still see his mammy
smiling out of his eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem