Since Margaret died
I live alone
Not lonely but alone
I have been lonely
Have been ill
Mentally unwell
Spiritually adrift
Lost my way
But thanks to my doctor
And his pills
And to a counsellor
I am restored to life
And all its thrills
My company
My grandsons and my son
Who visit me
And keep me occupied
And neighbours about me
I chat and say hello
They are good folk hereabouts
As I should know
But the company I crave
Have gone before
My mother and my father
Aunts and uncles all
And cousins now
Begin to hear the call
The community of saints
So I was told
In all my Catholic teaching
Learned of old
It’s important now I find
To keep this company
To talk to them
Involve them in my days
And laugh at funny ways
Blessed the one who prays
They are a resource
Call on them always
Brian Fahy
27 October 2021
Erris Poetry 