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Daddy you have gone,
Left mamma and me all alone.
You went across a mighty sea,
With all your company.
Daddy I do pray for you,
That you shall all come through.
In safety to come home,
We Love you Daddy we feel alone.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

Daddy you walked so sadly away,
I did cry when you could not see.
You went off to fight for liberty,
So that people they could be free.
Oh daddy I'm crying once again,
I promise to stop but only when.
You come walking through our front door,
My heart shall return forever more.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

Daddy I am so proud of you,
You're so brave to do what you do.
Fight so bravely to the stars and stripes be true,
All come back my daddy especially you.
Daddy all I ask Is that you be a soldier brave,
Please don't stay In some strange land within a grave.
Come home soon to mamma and me,
Once you give these strangers liberty.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

With the stars and stripes to lead you on,
May your hearts be staunch and strong.
Marching ever onward strong and proud,
The country behind you one heart beating loud.
Our hopes are with you every single day,
All you brave soldiers straight Into the fray.
Onward ever onward no retreat,
Sons and daughters of the eagle come back with victory or defeat

Come home soon all of you, especially you daddy.
I Love you.
Mamma sends her Love too.
Bye Daddy.

IRISH CRADLE
BY
BARBARA WALSH TATRO


It rocked us easy through the night
In comfort, warmth, and ancient sight,
Giving us dreams of parents flight
Resting us till early light.

We grew on tea and soda bread,
Colcanon at times the nightly spread.
Table talk of troubled times
That mom and dad left behind.

With them came their lullaby's
Their lilting voice in whisper size
Telling us of our Irish pride.

Southie Town is where we grew
In-between the darkened hue
And creed and doctrine, as babies knew.

The grape and faith walked hand in hand,
Our thoughts and heart of a land
Carved deep within tradition's band,
While Erie's waters stained our hands.

Now in thought and memories past
We feel the cradle rocking fast,
It's easy sway so far behind
Our view muddled, peat bog blind.

But the lilting voice, in whisper sound,
That sheltered cradles in Southie town
Did not need and eye to hear
Just a heart free from fear
Planted and watered by Irish tears.

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Moments by the Sea

For my Son Osvle, who, at three, helped me make a necklace out of sea-weed at the shore.
He placed it around my neck and I thought:


"Little one upon the shore,
tomato trunks, butter hair,
toddle on the moving sand.
Snatch a seagull if you can.
Let your ear kiss the shell
for within its walls,
the ageless sea you'll hear.
Peek at chubby prints your feet have made
like symbols left by running Wren.
Little one upon the shore
look to sea and feel the lore
of ancient tales and caverns deep
where dragons round their rooms do creep.
See the Clipper stuffed with wind?
It sails beyond where the land does end.
Feel how sleek the Ocean's weed?
A necklace made for you and me.
Little one upon the shore
hoard these treasures evermore.
For the future drags a heavy wind,
hiring ambush as its friend."

Copyright: Barbara Walsh Tatro May/2003

A Cabin boy, at fourteen years,
who never felt a mother's tears,
a home did search upon the sea.
"No one ever saw me leave."

The sea, at calm, a mirror clear,
reflected life and bits of tear.
"I am but a lad of fourteen years."

The wild sea, with cold salt spray,
churning and turning in a watery grave,
tried whipping up pictures of what was to come.
But the boy only saw feathered orbits spun.
And only the screech of gulls in his ears.
"I am but a lad of fourteen years.

Red, setting suns bled into his soul,
his spiritual journey now taking hold.
And the months wove a year,
while far off pealing bells did tell
of floating boys in a watery well,
"We are but lads of fourteen years."

Then in a wild storm with slapping gale and wind
there flashed a thought of hearth and home
and a feeling he was never alone.

Away with the vanishing storm
the wind did pocket his fears.
And then it was he began to feel
the pain of a mother's tears.
And the words rang in his ears.
"I left the lad in the raging Sea,
along with all my fears.
And here I stand upon the deck
a man of fourteen years."

Life is about compromising.
Life is going the extra mile.
Life is about forgiveness.
Life is seeing love when it appears.
Life is knowing who you are and where you come from.
Life is about winning and losing getting up and still fighting to live.
Life is seeing the good in people.
Life is about ups and downs.
Life is all about living it to the fullest.

A little precious bundle coming into your life.
A miracle that is yours to love forever.
For she will always be your little girl,
even when she is grown up.
A precious treasure that is yours to share.
May her dreams soar high and be attained.
May all you see in her future come true.

Flowing across the street
as if doing something so
simple as to take a walk.
Delighting my eyes with
the colors of the rainbow.
Music playing as it roars
into a crescendo rising up
to great you as if to say
H..E..L..L..O..
This music is carried on
the winds of the world as
it is being played just
for you.
Open your eyes ears to all
the beauty that is before
you it might surprise you.

A hero can be anyone,
You're important to someone.
You don't have to save a life,
To be a hero to your wife.

You're a hero when you do,
More than what you have to.
Providing things for those you love,
Teaching them of things above.

Teaching others to do their best,
To try harder than the rest.
What they should and should not fear,
And the morels we hold dear.

Helping them to grow mature,
Living life honest and pure.
To do their duty all the time,
And to never commit a crime

Many do that which they should,
Some do not, though they could.
Others only what they must,
Those doing most are easier to trust.

You should be a living example,
Nothing good ever to trample.
If you want to be your best,
You must do more than the rest.

I think about my wife most everyday
I think about my life in every way
I think about my friends both now and then
I think about my path and where I’ve been
I think about my parents while young and old
I think about my past to busy too bold
I think about my kids and the lives they’ll live
I think about the things I failed to give
I think about the way it used to be
I think about the future and what they’ll see
I think about the things I’ve said and done
I think about the loves I’ve lost and won
I think about the time I didn’t get
I think about the adventure it’s been and yet
I think that when I’m gone I will forget
That all these things I think are all we get

RESPECT

Respect is something you cannot buy,
I write this poem to tell you why.
Respect is something totally free,
It comes with your integrity.

When you are considerate of,
A person, place or thing you love,
This is having some respect,
What you love you don't neglect.

Showing respect is an obligation,
To be done without resignation.
Even a person you do not know,
Some respect you should show.

We all have our personal space,
Not wanting anyone in our face.
When one's space you do trespass,
They may choose to kick your a**.

It could also be a place,
To disrespect is a disgrace.
You can respect anything,
If some good it will bring.

Those who fail to respect,
Suffer a serious character defect.
Sooner or later the disrespectful,
Always wind up very regretful.

Respect is something that you owe,
As through life you daily go.
Respect is free for you to give,
If a happier life you want to live.