May 16, 2024
So true Marilyn. Kieran he was. He's here beside me, as I type my one-fingered tip-tapping version of the language he never learnt, English. One half of his forefathers, English, one half of his foremothers Irish, all now dead.
So true Marilyn. Kieran he was. He's here beside me, as I type my one-fingered tip-tapping version of the language he never learnt, English. One half of his forefathers, English, one half of his foremothers Irish, all now dead.
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. T. S. Eliot