FOOTSTEPS OF MY PAST

(c) John Mayer

FOOTSTEPS OF MY PAST

'tis the green hills of Ireland that call me home

for they hold the footsteps of my past.

They protect the very souls of my ancestors

the essence of my being, my Mother's family.

She so longed to visit the land she called home

to feel the mists upon her face

and the wind in her hair.

She longed to walk the lanes her Mother did

as a young girl growing up in Clare..

to hear the laughter and the songs

the brogue that sweetens the very air.

She dreamt of peat burning in the hearth..

family she never knew, welcoming Biddy's girl.

She wanted to tell them her Mam never forgot

and that she was happy in her new land she called home…

that she and her sister, Molly, kept the old stories alive

that they sang the songs of their birthplace…

But it wasn't to be, my Mother left us too soon 

as her Mother had left her.

I will go home for you, my dear Mother

home to the green hills of Ireland you loved to call home.

 © Crissouli Jan 2014