Leaving

She had her things about her

Until the day she died

Balmoral beloved home

Beautiful Deeside

Many are not so lucky

Hospital and Home

Have taken them from all they love

And the end is coming soon

 

We have to say goodbye to things

Things we hold so dear

We have to leave them all behind

It’s becoming very clear

Will this house hold me till I die?

Or will I have to leave?

Better to prepare one’s self

Better that than grieve

 

My mammy had to leave her home

Her final years in bed

In a quiet care home

Beside the Carrowbeg

But age and weariness had come

She was happy just to be

And say goodbye to all she loved

She said goodbye to me

 

Brian Fahy

12 September 2022