Why Must My Poor Heart Keep Following You? (For My Brother Brian) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Why Must My Poor Heart Keep Following You? (For My Brother Brian)

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My Dad is
breaking my heart

playing
“Liverpool Lou”

on a little itty bitty
harmonica.

I no longer know
what age I am

travelling down
to Cork on a train.

Just a magical
time of being!

My Dad is
breaking my heart

with the beauty of his playing

the beauty
of his being.

Sunday, January 4, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: dad
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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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