Poems & Selections

Irish Blessing 03

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of
Saint Patrick behold you.

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put his arms around you, and whispered, “Come to me.”
To those I have loved and to those who loved me, When I am gone release me; let me go. I have so many things to see and do, You must not tie yourself to me with tears. Be happy that we had so many years, I gave you my love you can only guess, […]
When I am called to duty, God whenever flames may rage, give me the strength to save some life, whatever be its age. Help me to embrace a little child before it’s too late, or some older person from the horror of that fate. Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout, and […]
Those special memories of you will always bring a smile If only I could have you back For just a little while Then we could sit and talk again Just like we used to do You always meant so very much And always will do too The fact that you are no longer here Will […]