Rainbows Of Love

The lace came from across the sea.

In a suitcase with my family.

They board the ship, Canada bound.

Leaving Ireland, for a new life to be found.

Jobs on Railways and Factories too.

More money for rent and for food.

My great -great granny and her wee little ones.

Couldn’t wait for a home and extra funds.

The waves surely shook the ship.

From what I was told it was an amazing trip.

Scared at first, after the titanic sank.

My great -great papa had a wee beer in hand ,and drank.

The blessings of the arrival to land was the best.

When Canadians helped them, gave rooms for rest.

It didn’t take long to settle in.

I’m so proud of my sweet kin.

They travelled far to succeed and win.

A life that they left, going nowhere for thee.

The goals they set made a happy family.

Now today I celebrate St Patty’s day in honour of them.

The life they have given me, until the end.

I raise a glass and salute them for what they did.

For courage, strength and love I shall live.

I am determined to teach what I have been taught.

The Second World War ,they survived and fought.

The best of all was the memories and traditions live on.

With the hopes of a rainbow,a pot of gold and a leprechaun.

The joys of shamrocks