MistressofHorror88

I looked out the window This night, to see the Stars which were spread Across the sky. I imagined each was a tear I had shed for you, a tiny Note of how much you meant To me. I said a prayer, not a very Long one. I figured God had More important things to do Than to hear how much I miss you. Yet here I sit, staring, waiting For some reply. And yet here they Are, those small frigid tears, Traitorously slipping from my eyes. I have tried not to sit here, And cry myself to sleep. I have tried not to miss you, But my heart still breaks. I guess the pain and hate I Could have felt, did feel before They mean nothing w

There it sits upon my finger, the ring There is lies within my blood, this one amazing thing Four leaf clovers, pots of gold, tempers that are red and bold Two generations back it was pure, full of songs and family lore I am Irish, at least a fourth My blood has been puddled by two more But my blood it bleeds gold, white and green Forgets all in between. I wear this claddaugh, to show my pride Our humbled past I will not hide I love to sit and sing the songs I love to dream of the motherland, to which my heart belongs. She passed now, four years ago But she stays and holds me so. O'Danny boy a song she loved, T'was the son