Mother’s Day today
I didn’t know
I’d seen some cards in Waitrose
But that was days ago
And all the mammys in my life
Have vanished with the snow
My own dear Mum and Margaret
Have died some years ago
But my clan was blessed with mothers
I bless them all today
And count my life enriched
By every one I’d say
Beginning with my father’s mum
Nanna down Astley way
Whose apple pie to die for
I can taste it to this day
My Nanna too in Ireland
Bridget by name
The matriarch of Careys
Biddy the very same
She had six daughters every one
A very impressive dame
Including my own mammy
Ellen was her name
And finally to Margaret
The girl I loved so well
Who rescued me from loneliness
And here I came to dwell
The family is growing
Two grandsons now so swell
And my own dear son so good to me
Isn’t that a tale to tell!
Brian Fahy
19 March 2023
Erris Poetry 