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| Story ID: | 1927 |
| Written by: | Veronica Breen Hogle (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | Irish Cultural Events |
| Story type: | In Memory |
| Writers Conference: | $500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project |
| Location: | Cardiff Wales |
| Year: | 1938 |
| Person: | Harold |
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This is poem number 6 from the collection of 21 poems written by the late Eileen (nee Earls) Breen March 27, 1916 - May 5, 2006 TO HAROLD (The just man shall be held in everlasting rememberance) I picked my love a sweet bouquet And cast it on the tide And though my love lay far away I thought him by my side Beneath a peaked cap brown eyes smiled I heard a Welsh voice say "Oh, I'll return to you my lass" And then he sailed away But time and tide for none will bide We met again - too late! For he had picked another bride And I another 'mate' Now though he sleeps in death's last dream And I am old and gray I'll bless the day that we first met Forever and for aye. |
