We came home for our dinners
Pat and I
What were we eight or nine?
Money tight
Mammy makes ends meet
Come home to dine
Pat and I are walking in the street
I remember a cold day
Of ice and snow
Wrapped up we were with balaclava on
We trudged home through the cold
And turned in Rutland Road
Mammy ’d made a fire to keep us warm
A table set for two a tablecloth
Two little chairs as ready as you please
A roaring fire burning warm and bright
A restaurant it was and we at ease
‘Haven’t we a lovely home,’ I said to Trish
And mammy smiled to hear the compliment
So cosy at that table on that day
I see my whole life’s solid pediment
Brian Fahy
19 April 2021
Erris Poetry 