I create words out of Silences and darkness I brush the invisibility With my own color I have no form and image In a world of Image and form I give sound To the unutterable words I do not care for you My dear darling.
This piece serves as my attempt at multiple recent challenges. Thank you so much for reading! Also, I need to request your patience in regard to reading/reposts, because as our cross country move is drawing near, my presence here will be sporadic for a month or two. Thanks for understanding and bearing with me. ♥️
The Merchant Marine & His Irish Queen by lovenotes_from_carolyn A wild and winsome wayfarer Set sail with the Merchant Marines To a land called the Emerald Isle That's decked out in the loveliest greens
'Twas perhaps the luck o' the Irish That led up to next event For there, in the naval office 'Twas a gal who looked heaven-sent!
A bright lass was she, named Jenny With brown hair and eyes of blue For him, it was love at first sight And I reckon it was for her too
Yes, that was my gramps and my gran In a meeting designed by fate There's a whole lot more to that story But the hour is growing quite late
Fast forward to one whole year later Oh that Irish lass, gramps sure did miss So he brought her back here, to the States Where they married, in wedded bliss
They got on with the usual business Of living their day to day life And soon enough, gramps did discover He had a fine cook for a wife!
She prepared all the food to perfection From hors d'oeuvres to roasted meats To veggies and soups and salads And of course, all the goodies and sweets
Huge feasts she'd create to delight us Not a single time e'er did she fail For as soon as she'd bring out the food Cheers of delight would prevail
Her pies were sweet and superb Her cookies, a chewy delight And she'd send us on home with the extras When we left at the end of the night
In the chill of midwinter on Sundays I'd sit right by gran at her feet As she'd tell me the tales of her childhood While munching on goodies to eat
By then, she had barely an accent But still, it was there in some way And oh, was I fond of her voice Which lives on in my heart to this day