a ghrá mo chroà
a ghrá mo chroà
... love of my heart
it is a time come undone
we seek shadows now
behind nights not found
your coat all worne
see how I shiver
the moon is cold inside
the key left on the porch
as we leave
and the garden in tears
so hold my hand
until morning makes way again
... Peter Humphreys, here on the bay was so kind and sent me a link to Gaelic phrases as we came to speak of Ireland where he lives ... and me wanting to know more of Ireland which was once the home of my Great Grand Father... and I think he always was there in his heart ... living in England till he died but this longing I belive he passed on to his kin. Ireland holds a special place in my heart ...and part of me belives that is where I belong ...
anyways one of the beautiful Gaelic phrases I found was " a gráh mo chroà"
meaning .. love of my heart .... and to me as I read.. it became the love of my Grandfather for his country and for a person that travels close to you in your heart ... so the words stem from this.
Thank you Peter for telling me of your Ireland.
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-09 at 19:20
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