There’s a photo of me somewhere
Sitting on Blackpool beach
Sand in my toes
Happiness out of reach
Another photo shows me
In Glencullen side
Happy in my mother’s home
Feeling Mayo pride
It took a year of saving
To make that holiday
A miner’s wage she put aside
The shillings for the ride
More than just a holiday
Going home it was
Visiting her mother
A widow way out west
And when the years were flown away
And she a widow too
She went back home to Mayo
To make the circle true
My father too had journeyed far
From mine to war and mine
His end days found him home again
Beside where it began
I lost my home at eleven years old
Gone into the Church
Taken from my family
Felt the orphan touch
But finally I found my way
Margaret her name
And here I found my loving home
And home it will remain
Brian Fahy
23 January 2022
+ Home is a very precious place. We begin life at home. We leave home to venture out into life in the hope of finding and making our own home. We are blessed if later life finds us happy in our own home. True life begins and ends in home.
Erris Poetry 