For Father’s day this year, my oldest son gave me the 23 & Me DNA test so I could trace my roots and ancestry. A part of that has been with held to me most of my life. That part has been revealed and now makes a lot of sense to me.
So, in a tribute to my Irish forefathers and mothers, I want to feature some select Irish poetry. I hope you can appreciate this art as much as I do. A few years ago, a friend of mine, Patrick Mulcahy gave me a book of Irish poetry and I loved it then and even more now. Thanks Pat!
When You Are Old by W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face,
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, of how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.