Upon Observing The Springtime Sky

Old memories tug at my heart
Bringing a tear rush to each eye
As I think of you upon observing
The springtime sky.

Down memory lane I tread,
There we are all together,
Those years of joy and happiness
In the company of dear mother.

Not far from the pigeon loft
Were you recorded many a win,
And the bicycles nearby which
Helped to keep you trim.

‘Then’, little realising that
The flow of time brings grief…
All were sad, some could not weep,
Some sorrow had not tears, as you
Departed from our lives in answer
To our fears…

In the cemetery by Saint Mary’s
We laid your coffin low
With broken hearts as a church
Bell rang near to the River Roe.

Yes, my thoughts are always of you,
Da, when I view the springtime sky,
And this prevents me since your death
From being able to say goodbye….