Archangel Gabriel.

The Jap got it right

the second time around,

The world changed a little bit

when Gabbie hit the ground.

A Ballymulvey man,

Is, was, and will be,

and when he goes to God

he surely will still be.

He flashes a wrench,

a vice grips and a socket,

They say he was born

with a spanner in his pocket.

Slope of the shoulders,

it was always there,

Fits to perfection

in Granny’s chair.

And he likes a little flutter

but never nags,

And he’s the one that told me

never touch the fags.

I reckon that John Wayne

and his western roots

gave him his love of cowboy boots.

I want you to know

that you’re loved, Grandad Gay,

and here’s wishing you

A happy father’s day, everyday.

NIAMH. 2011