I am from cots, beds
And starchy white aprons
I am from ward 8
Thermometers, bedpans
And the wireless in the corner
I am from silent looks
And pass-it-on clothes
I’m from the Lord is my shepherd
And Amazing Grace,
The Sacred Heart statue
And the Angelus at noon.
I am from the larks
And the pond
Where Mr Pastry fell.
I am from Charlie and Maisie
From my father’s tin whistle
And my mother’s Irish songs
I am from eggs and black pudding
I am from old, faded photographs
Of family I heard about, but never knew
Of stories I listened to, but never heard
Of dreams that were dreamed, and some lived.
I am from hope rising.
6 comments
What a testimony to the resilience of the human spirit you are, Mary – your capacity for hope is inspirational…the Lord bless you and your amazing ministry
And now you’re from our Journey of Hope family too. Crazy Mary in the middle clap your plates…..
Much love xx
Thank you Francesca. I hope you are ok after the heatwave? Xxx
Thank you Francesca. I’m only just beginning to workout how to send and reply from this blog. Missing you! Xxx
Mary what a beautiful poem 🥰🙏🏻
Mary, that is just beautiful 💕🙏
Thank you Jan.