This icy cold this arctic blast
Takes me back in time
To a moment in my childhood
Coming home at dinner time
Myself and Tricia both at school
Walked home for lunch one day
Wrapped up against the winter chill
For dinners we did not stay
My balaclava kept me warm
As snow lay on the ground
Icy cold and freezing
It made a crinkling sound
And in the house a table set
Two little chairs beside
And there a roaring fire
The warmth of our fireside
The sight so filled my heart with joy
Delightedly I said,
Tricia haven’t we got a lovely home!
My mother remembered it
The frosty cold uncaring world
Brings challenges to us all
But a loving home to nurture us
Keeps the spirit tall
Brian Fahy
21 January 2023
Erris Poetry 