Erin's Paddy

A Snatch away

"but I am innocent!"
my plight
so sudden left guttered

I am innocent
please help me

The tower stood, creeping before me

I knew it was

The penalty

The great key that opened my cage
Dark rank smell

A living hell

All sealed

The wax has dried

My final hours
tis here
Shall I reside

My plight
for this last moment

I shall not make a burden

"Still the bell tolled"

I grasped all I could
to squeeze all my good

Forgive those against me
I leave
To only be understood

I always believed

Then
The executioner's
Silent shout

"And the bell tolled"

Deep down in my wet, rat ridden
cell
dripping waters
slow growing
the mold within my walls

My optical vision
heart felt call
for a rat
I called Saul

Alive breathing a moment dear Saul
My only friend

What fear would he know of mine
to where I sit writing
awaiting my time

I'm about to be slaughtered

You love me I know
you live amongst the slime
My final days of this time

My time has come
The guards are here
You know I caused no crime

Off you go now
make sure you come back

For the innocence's like me

To share company
Of a crime
That was not as we see
ssshhh who would ever say

Hear Saul
my family starved

In beds of wheat
Sickness abound

Couldn't let it happen
it was only me
no body around

My love for you all

We ate well that night

Yes unmastered
To carry on with the peoples plight

Crushing apples
They wanted me dead

No worries
to the core
of old ways they bled

"I stole the apples I stole the bread
even chance of squirted milk
I stole upon my stealth"

Hiding in the rubbish dump
hide and seek
my friend beside me
Full tummy we had

Stirring..... soldiers noticed

Then his friend
shot dead

They were 14 years old
then

Incarcerated Paddy was
To slip away
Ships ahoy!

Such a young

Aged boy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sophia E
XX
For you My Paddy
My Grand Dad xx
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
To a truly amazing Grand dad
He choose my middle name Erin...He was a beautiful guy, he also used to create little ships inside bottles, he had a very hard life In Ireland but with the staunch he made it, he cared...for his fellow people.....a great sailor too, cape horn was his specialty back then with the massive clippers just as time was changing..1929....wonderful man!!!!
In memory today of his passing..
I named my son... Lucan, from where my grand dad was born..

A beautiful day Paddy, of all that's abound...on that ship is you, no fear, the crows nest, you shout at the wind, loving it!!!...bye Paddy..xxxxxxxx your Sophia Erin......

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Comments (6)

serpico12
as always sophia..a deep and rich poem..full of insight..and great language..you are one of my favourite reads..great work..excellent as always...thumbs up wave
agoodguy2have
Sophia, a lovely dank tale of medieval woe maybe, but a fine yarn for a dear Grand-Dad. ;-)
Redex
hug To write such a wonderful peice in memory of your grand- dad he must have been a great guy. Just a wonderful readwine
freeatlast64847
This made me cry. I wish I had known your granddad. I never knew either of mine, but was named for my paternal grandfather. Great write Sophia Erin! wine
trurorob
hard times but great loving sentiments SS, my grandfather was in the Royal Navy for 47 years!!, used to be away from home for up to nine years at a time!.
rob
gotitall
lovely poem sophia, great tribute to grandad, appreciated, living here in Erin, as i do,,,,,,, alas, romantic ireland, is dead and gone, tis with o'leary, in the grave.irish
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