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| Story ID: | 2737 |
| Written by: | Veronica Breen Hogle (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | Irish Cultural Events |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Writers Conference: | $500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project |
| Location: | Benlloch Wales |
| Year: | 1950 |
| Person: | Eileen Breen |
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WORKING HOLIDAY -By the late Eileen Breen March 16, 1916 – May 5, 2006 Poem number 12. _____________________________________________ WORKING HOLIDAY When summer’s gone And with it all the faces Of folk who came to stay at Crag-y-don I shall return to my homeland’s familiar places But in my heart this memory lingers on Of early sunrise o’er the sea at Benlloch The mountains shrouded in a pearly mist While enshrouded in my white cap and apron Gazed on the scene with duster in my fist I’ll smell once more the aroma of fried bacon And hear the clang of the brass breakfast bell I’ll see again the laden trays I have taken to each one of you Early on those blissful summer days The memories make my heart swell with deep emotion But can you blame this girl from Erin’s Isle For sending yearning thoughts across the ocean To see again your early morning smile I’ll taste once more in my imagination Each flan, each pudding, each potato pie And here again my tummy will groan in anguish While tears of frustration blind my eye For never have I known such ‘sweet’ fulfillment As I have known in Benllock-By-The-Sea I’ll think of you, though land and sea divide us And crave this boon that you’ll remember me. ___________________ Note: Eileen Breen worked as a waitress in a Bed & Breakfast in Benllock, a holiday resort in Wales during the summer of 1950. |
