UKArchive ID: 35641The pride of Dublin by bozzz
Originally published on October 19, 2015 in Poetry        

Her pride brought love to an English home.

The fairies at the bottom of our garden,
gone aeons since my loving nanny died.
The beauty of her Dublin accent, strong,
the wailing of the banshee, how we cried.
Flahooleys of our childhood lingered long,
our bedside hopes that asked her God for pardon.

Today I hear the creaking of the trees,
the whispering of leaves from side to side
that seem to speak of many years ago,
her effervescent flow of Irish pride,
the instant put-down if I had a go.
“No nonsense from the boys now – if you please”.

Her photo stays to watch us even still,
for ‘in loco parentis’ was her life,
our mother had deserted us quite young.
while father sought and found a Scottish wife,
but Nan stayed on to care for both of us,
Ireland versus Scotland filled the bill.

The songs of IRA she used to sing,
of “Wigs on the green and no one to wear them” left
the wicked English dead upon the grass.
Of Irish heroes mourned by those bereft
and how poor Séamas’ murder came to pass.
The ‘Uprising’, which brought new Eire spring.

Alas dementia struck our best loved Nan
then cancer – cruel as nature so can be.
We English cared for her as best we could,
but nothing stops the march of destiny.
Her photo says it clearly, as it should.
“For God’s sake now behave yourself, young man”.

David October 2015

© bozzz (Bozzz on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 35641
Archived comments for The pride of Dublin
stormwolf on 19-10-2015
The pride of Dublin
OMG That's got me crying now. I don't know what you are taking but I want some 😉
This is as moving and well written a poem as I have read anywhere.
Absolutely beautiful. The best poem I have read for a long time. Def one for the anthology and my collection. You wove the mixing of the nationalities very expertly. Your love for her shines like a beacon. She sure did a great job on you.
I am so glad you bore no lasting resentment to the Scots! haha
Alison xx

Author's Reply:
Well that was a great surprise to me – there can be no greater compliment to a poet (or to Nan) than that. Thank you, thank you Alison.
Yes we loved Nan, but my new stepmother, Jean Farqhuarson, was the most beautiful and sweet-natured person you could meet – we learned to love her too. But when Nan had her day off, I am afraid we turned on the pranks to full ‘wits end’ level. No resentment at all - still love you all to bits...Your David

Pronto on 20-10-2015
The pride of Dublin
Great David, It reminded me of one I wrote called Me Owd Aunt Bid. A woman of similar kidney methinks. Loved every word sir!

Author's Reply:
Yes Tony, there must be many in the world that soldier on in such roles - salt of the earth. Thank you for commenting. Sadly I do not have the time and energy to read long pieces but next time you post one I will have a go. Yours, David

Supratik on 21-10-2015
The pride of Dublin
This is certainly one of your best! Enjoyed reading, re-reading, and coming back and forth. Loved this one!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Supratik. But when I look at it now, it could have been better. Yours aye, David

Ionicus on 21-10-2015
The pride of Dublin
David, a superb poem.


Author's Reply:
Thank you Luigi and coming from your measured self, much appreciated....David