In My Father’s Arms

My father held me to his cheek

I the babe in arms

A smile so bright across his face

After all of life’s alarms

 

And when he died he spoke my name

When other words were gone

To comfort me in my distress

A father loves his son

 

Belonging is our birthright

Our cradle and our nest

I feel it still my father’s love

A power and a zest

 

And those whose lives are lonely

Have lost that precious thing

And long to know where they belong

Belonging we can sing

 

Brian Fahy

17 October 2021

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