Their Final Parting Poem by John F. McCullagh

Their Final Parting






These two had parted once before
when he'd worked in Scotland's mines.
Now he trekked to the antipodes
to live in southern climes.
He'd see the Emerald isle no more.
Would New Zealand be as fair?
He'd build a new life far from home,
Adventure waited there.
Yet, to never see his home again,
Or hear his mother's voice.
To venture from the Troubled North
was his necessary choice.
Yet home will never look so fair
As when its left behind,
He'd live and die in a far off land
as part of God's design.
"I never will forget you, Mum."
as sorrow choked his throat.
One final hug and then he turned
to get upon the boat.
His ship made way down Belfast Lough
And he watched her from the rail
Til distance made her disappear
as if one beyond the vale.