We use the head when out of doors
We keep our heart at home
Hard headed thinking takes the floor
Emotional undertone
Then we hear a song again
Tugging at the heart
Barbra Streisand sings again
We’re back where lovers start
Songs stir up our feelings
It says do not disturb
The song creeps in I’m reeling
Tears I cannot curb
But I do not look forlornly
At how things might have been
I rejoice I met her only
And knew a life between
The Way We Were is beautiful
And Maggie was the same
I remember and look forward
For we shall meet again
Brian Fahy
30 August 2022
+ I lost my wife, Margaret, ten years ago. Then I became lost myself. Then I recovered and now no longer weep. I smile in gratitude for ever knowing her and in the hope of all that shall be.
Erris Poetry 