Mary Poem by Chris Lane

Hail not thou Rome, Mary.
But; to each breath drew daily
Your ultimate loving forgiveness -
Soft, like morning dew.

Fear not now, Earthly Mother
For children still unborn
Heard whispers cradled softly
On the shores of lonesome home.

Ash whirled, wind blown
In summers meadows
Glittered specks of hope
Settled scarcely on my soul.

'Ere the returned droplets fall
Tumble on An tAirgidín
Must yet seep deep
To find their Ocean home.

Mary, lets remember!
Clouds over hills of green
Sleeping mountains
Rivers running in glens

Wild waves that crashed on
The shoreline of our minds
Where the cliffs stood firm
Echoing the ebbs flow rhymes

Came rays early morning rising -
Turned westward sailed the sky.
To have lived on the edge of freedom
Daily, you and I.

Every thought was yours and mine
On this, our Island home.
Ever before the She Wolf
Nurtured The Children of Rome

© Calac.

An tAirgidín. Gaeilge: The silver river.