I got home from the pub With clays dinner and mine They were starving And ate the whole burger Without encouragement Doesn’t always happen They finished and asked Where’s my brownie bowl They forgot the brownie bowl This is crushing As she eats her meal Only for dessert I will go back I said “U r 2 kind” was her reply Followed by “When r u going to go” And so I did Across the street in this magical village To the local pub Where the waitress apologized And had the ice cream brownie In five minutes On the way out I saw a stunning woman In a beautiful flowered white jacket We walked past each other I said I love ur coat She said thank u Rosie Being recognized here Always surprises me We chatted a bit Her name is Maeve Spelled the Irish way Something like xmcd Its a hard language to learn Looks like gibberish But its not Its the original language Of this beautiful nation Gaelic or simply Irish Only 20 percent speak it fluently I hear it in pubs often Its melodic and guttural And so ancient There is something extraordinary To listening to a group of friends Chatting each other up and laughing As the rest of us watch in awe So Maeve told me about her jacket Worried about the cost How she wanted it but couldn’t And weeks later got it In county Kerry As it had sold out the small sizes While she waited She walked me outside And showed me the store Where there was one left That would fit me Tomorrow I will go and try it on She told me she was a retired journalist And saw me on Irish tv She offered to take me for a walk Or a cup of tea I took down her number And wrote her when I got home The gentle kindness I have found Fills me with nostalgic joy Its how I remember Long Island Pre 73 - a space where people Looked out for each other Reached out - cared I feel like I have come home To a place I once was A familiar feeling Being a part of something real We have moved away from that as a nation As we were numbed by media and materialism By fame and fortune By lies told over and over again Til some believed them as true And we lost our way Criminals should not be president Yet we have one now Who is the opposite of every man Who ever held the office A moraless man Who craves cruelty A convicted felon Adjudicated rapist A liar A creep And half the voters said yes Unbelievable to me A symptom of disease The lack of gods grace I am going to church next Sunday With my child clay To see how it feels I have made room in my heart To allow miracles To embrace the teachings To slow my brain down To sit and pray And I assume it will remind me Of life before my mom left When Sunday was about church Community caring commitment I will go and see Feel all the feels Ask for help My quiet constant prayer To be still So calm my soul To be present in the moment Not dissociating It is my dream My wish To be here now Always and forever
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This is so beautiful. I would give anything to move. I’m a northern girl stuck in red hat land in the south. I’m afraid to go outside. Guns and hate are everywhere here. My mama heart hurts. I shake with fear every time my son leaves home. He’s 20. I wanted a better place for him. He lives in fear for his gay friends, his trans friends, and his immigrant friends. I fear he will die trying to protect them. How did we get here? I’m glad you and Clay are safe, happy, and enjoying your new home. ☘️
Ro what is apparent is that Ireland 🇮🇪 loves you back!!!❤️