Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Sonnet for Colman's coming

Within the region of a father’s thoughts
Where fancy has small liberty to grace,
With fingers interwoven, palm in palm,
He lays content and sleeping in such heedless peace.
His dreams that murmur as they run
With hues of genius on his cheek,
He cannot know this world of woe
Where mother frets and smiles at every peek.
The Shannon and the Lee course in his veins
As all men are sons of common rains,
Now in my minds eye I seem to see him pace,
Stronger the scrum now, in ruck of human race.
She felt; he came from her and her from the earth,
Rejoice us; as the sky rejoices at the morning’s birth.

Dedicated to Colman James, son and grandson.


  1. Oh, yes, rejoice! Blessings and best wishes.

    1. Thank you for the good wishes Turquoise, much appreciated. Sorry for the tardy reply but th PC has been giving loads of trouble for the last while. All seems to be well now however! Good to be in touch with you again.


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    1. Thank you so much for the kind comment. I would have got back to you sooner but my PC is giving loads of trouble. Glad to be in contact again.