Children like to make their mark
Crayons on a page
I carved my initials on a gate
Added then my age
Learning how to read and write
Sends us on our way
I have a book I have my sight
A poem every day
Bruce my dog he left his mark
Paw print on my missal
I was angry then but treasure now
The mark that made me bristle
Every single thing we do
Everything we say
Leaves its mark I’m telling you
Destroys or makes a day
Margaret made her mark on me
The loveliness of her life
How lucky then can one man be?
I was blessed to call her wife
The marks I made when but a child
Were carved into the wood
The mark I make today though mild
Will last if it is good
Make your mark write your poem
Paint your picture well
Today your easel and your tome
Awaits your magic spell
Brian Fahy
Erris Poetry 