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If I had a Nothing Box
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Posted: Aug 2014
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I thought I've written on this topic before...I really should be sleeping now...For Jane
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Posted: Jan 2014
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My daughter grew up over-shadowed by her older sister's "bigger than life" personality. But in my eyes she has always been the wind beneath her sister's big wings. My eldest sure has soared above Jane who spent most of her life looking up to her big sister, refusing to shine on her own. It was emotional for me to see her in a different light...a different girl, or woman rather, on her wedding day.
Life
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.
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.
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Posted: Sep 2014
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I lost my mom a month ago she was 91 went the extra miles because I love my mom . The family shows love which haven't seen in a long time.Then I realized life is about compromising.
Proud
Proud daddy proud father love for his only daughter.a beautiful girl a beautiful life proud daddy proud father a special moment every day.someone to love someone to hold forever every second of every moment of every day.
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Posted: Jul 2014
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My daughter will be born in august can't wait.
CABIN-BOY
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."
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."
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Posted: Aug 2014
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MAN I WROTE TO a man IN Cork Ireland he left home at 1`14 to jump a ship ship in the Irish sea said he said his mom didn't care, she had 13 others at home. I told him he was wrong at the time. Mom cared for one even if she had 20 others. But he did not know of a mother's tear And so I wrote him this poem. It is on his website to this day
Daddy
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.
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.
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Posted: Aug 2014
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The 21st Century and we still have war, what does that say about the human race. What pointless reason will there be for the final war that will destroy all. Time to travel on a ship of dreams.moments by the Sea
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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
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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
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Posted: Aug 2014
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The reason for the poem speaks for itselfirish cradle
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.
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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Posted: Aug 2014
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what I was taught about my Irish pride growing up in So.Boston
In Their Shadow.....
My prayer today for parents true,
Decent people to their core,
Resting 'neath a shady yew,
Safe with God, their worries o'er.
Sad verses penned, with gulping tears,
A poignant anniversary,
How swiftly pass the ebbing years,
Since they became a memory.
Dad was strict, poor behaviour banned,
While Mam was kind, I reminisc,
Imprinted on my rear, the palm of his hand,
Embedded on my cheek, her gentle kiss.
They raised us right, all brothers three,
Tight rules and respect abounded there,
Each night we said.."The Rosary"
Kneeling beside a kitchen chair.
Times were hard, but they'd seen worse,
Poverty ne'er our lives impede,
. Love was abundant, while money scarce,
Though financially poor, we were wealthy indeed.
A mark of respect, a word of thanks,
They prepared us well for future life,
Those welcome hugs, and well deserved spanks,
A magical cure for sibling strife.
Fond thoughts today of good instilled,
Such dedication of parents strong,
A celebration of lives fulfilled,
Forever in their shadow, we journey on.
We feel them now, their presence still,
Behind the stars, quietly peeping,
Alive in memory, and always will,
They have not died, just softly sleeping.
The trials of life they fought and won,
We're grateful now eternally,
For all the blessings that first begun,
In our simple Irish family !
Decent people to their core,
Resting 'neath a shady yew,
Safe with God, their worries o'er.
Sad verses penned, with gulping tears,
A poignant anniversary,
How swiftly pass the ebbing years,
Since they became a memory.
Dad was strict, poor behaviour banned,
While Mam was kind, I reminisc,
Imprinted on my rear, the palm of his hand,
Embedded on my cheek, her gentle kiss.
They raised us right, all brothers three,
Tight rules and respect abounded there,
Each night we said.."The Rosary"
Kneeling beside a kitchen chair.
Times were hard, but they'd seen worse,
Poverty ne'er our lives impede,
. Love was abundant, while money scarce,
Though financially poor, we were wealthy indeed.
A mark of respect, a word of thanks,
They prepared us well for future life,
Those welcome hugs, and well deserved spanks,
A magical cure for sibling strife.
Fond thoughts today of good instilled,
Such dedication of parents strong,
A celebration of lives fulfilled,
Forever in their shadow, we journey on.
We feel them now, their presence still,
Behind the stars, quietly peeping,
Alive in memory, and always will,
They have not died, just softly sleeping.
The trials of life they fought and won,
We're grateful now eternally,
For all the blessings that first begun,
In our simple Irish family !
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Posted: Aug 2014
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Our parents lived united into their eighties,Both dying within a few months of each other.
Dad (Mick) would say.....
"Society has taken away "the slap"....
But replaced it with nothing !"
Mam ( Maggie ) would say.....
"Entice birds to your garden
they bring smiles.....
and smiling is a cheap way to
improve your looks."
God bless them both !
Friends and family
Sitting in the sun !
Having me some fun !
Haven't been home for a year!
Lots of tears we shared !
Now it's time to cheer !
I'm even drinking a beer !
All the friends that use to be
Are here for all to see !
How much we've aged
I remember when we would sit out front
Getting drunk !
Some are still the same !
What can I say ?
It doesn't change the past !
For we always had a blast !
We all sit here and share our favorite stories !
And many memories too!
Some even pull out old pictures!
Oh the laughs we share!
Nothing could compare !
A few have passed away !
All were remembered today!
I will go to the cementary
Visit my mother and my father
Thank them each for a special gift !
My mother I will thank for giving me my brothers !
My father I will thank for loving another's children !
It's been 20 years since I moved away !
The deep love I have for my friends and family
Still feels the same to this day!
Here's to another glorious day!
Having me some fun !
Haven't been home for a year!
Lots of tears we shared !
Now it's time to cheer !
I'm even drinking a beer !
All the friends that use to be
Are here for all to see !
How much we've aged
I remember when we would sit out front
Getting drunk !
Some are still the same !
What can I say ?
It doesn't change the past !
For we always had a blast !
We all sit here and share our favorite stories !
And many memories too!
Some even pull out old pictures!
Oh the laughs we share!
Nothing could compare !
A few have passed away !
All were remembered today!
I will go to the cementary
Visit my mother and my father
Thank them each for a special gift !
My mother I will thank for giving me my brothers !
My father I will thank for loving another's children !
It's been 20 years since I moved away !
The deep love I have for my friends and family
Still feels the same to this day!
Here's to another glorious day!
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Posted: Jul 2014
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