Took you - O’Brien dying
For me to write a few poems
Of you and your importance
In the story of my life. Just
This week - I thought of texting
Letting you know - hey old friend
The this and that of life is overwhelming
And I bought a pretty blue blouse
I can’t for the life of me recall
Your eyes - blue or green or brown
And does it even matter - I recall
How your hands waived so daintily
As if dandelions were escaping - a good
Irish limerick may come to mind
Or even a good Irish toast or if time
Could just stand still a good Irish
Blessing:
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.