When Margaret died
I thought the game was up
Happiness was gone for evermore
No more I’d take the field of play
I’d sit up in the stands
And one day the seat I had
Would never see me more
No matter that I had my son
Whose life I cherish so
I could not see a happy Brian there
I’d do what I was able
Little though it be
But the spirit had been crippled
Fair and square
But now the sun is rising
And Brian rising too
A mission and a purpose I perceive
This website is my outlet
My window on the world
The air is fresh
I have no cause to grieve
And grandsons Luke and Noah
Are challenging my heart
You’ve got to play along
This is the game
Margaret will delight in them
Watch over every move
Yes life moves on
It never stays the same
The Lord of life
Surprises us
When risen from the dead
Apostles thinking that they see a ghost
But we also rise from deadliness
Before we ever die
The sun is out
I’m going to make the most
Brian Fahy
Erris Poetry 