Sean Walsh

Saint Francis Hospice… A room en suite soon to be a Departure Lounge.   At her bedside, Wee Four: Siobhan and Joanna, daughters, a sister, Patricia… mise…   ‘Reaching… touching cold hands, limp on bedding. ‘A beaker of water to dry lips, ‘sipping… declining. ‘Distraught at our very helplessness: her shallow breathing… straying words. Relieved, betimes, by morphine. My  voice...

Dear God Enlighten what is dark in me Strengthen what is weak in me Mend what is broken in me Bind what is bruised in me Heal what is sick in me and lastly, Revive whatever peace and love has died in me…

My Latest! Travels with my Dad. Amazon: ebook and Paperback “Just wonderful – and full of wondering!.. I wallowed in it with smiles and joy and admiration…” – Bernard Farrell. Scribe.

Oh, and one night there during the week when you were away, didn’t I walk into the front room thinking it was empty.   And what do y’know, Mammy and Maggie sittin’ behind the lace curtains at one of the windows looking down at the crowds going past in Park Street and across at the neighbours…   And when I...

EN ROUTE   Nearing the end of a long life I begin to live – a bit… Away with the countless, half-lived Yesterdays! Trudging the Wastelands, soured by my very discontent. Not knowing… unaware… of Him… No going back! No, nor looking back! Now! Now is all that – ‘Aware I am on a direct line – forward at a...