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[littlemoose]

I want you to tell me the story
Of the Cherokee man
You once knew.
How he brought new
and exciting presents
For your sons.
A Mickey Mouse watch.
Bubblegum.

I want you to tell me about
Motorbikes and fairgrounds.
About the roar of the crowd
And the thrill of speed.
About being so far
Ahead of your time
No-one could catch you.

I want you to tell me
About second chances.
About a tall man with
Kind eyes and a quick mind.
About a houseful of children.
About love.

I want you to
Tell me about Belfast.
About O'Hara's baps you
Had to eat with both hands.
About watching your
mother make lace.
About the people on
your street.

I want to take back
All the times
I didn't sit and listen
Because you were old
And I was young
And impatient.

Comments

[madscot.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

I never knew my grandparernts..all dead before I was born....for lots of times I didn't stop and listen, or didn't ask to be told more, I adopted the policy I subject you to far too often - saying what's on my mind when it's on it.

Carpe Diem....