Galway

 Galway

It’s not the same now when I return,
you are gone beyond forever, and I yearn.

I watch the Corrib’s quiet rage,
and think of memories time cannot cage.

I remember standing here through years,
the laughter, the sorrow, the pain, the tears.

Summer days at McDougall’s bright,
chipper by the Spanish Arch, a simple delight.

Waiting in the sun, no shade to find,
or in cold rain, shelter left behind.
Bullying, cruelty, hurt so deep,
a broken rosary, the prayers I keep.

Walking Salthill Prom in wind and mist,
the mountains hazy, the sky kissed.
True Light tied as I paced the wall,
swans and seagulls answering the call.

Students passing, life flowing by,
and most of all, I see your eye.
You are in heaven now, the truth is sad,
and Galway grieves with the love we had.