I live in Dublin, Ireland. Sometimes. Most times I live in my head, quite unaware of my surroundings – if you know what I mean… If you succeed in tracking Sean Walsh, please let me know, ok? I've been searching for him for years…
Oh, and one night there during the week
when you were away, Dad,
didn’t I walk into the front room
over the pub, 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 up and down Park Street
and across at the neighbours…
And when I switched on the light
they jumped up and you’d swear
I was after committin’ a mortal sin
the way they went for me!
And Mammy sayin’ she’d slaughter me
with the dish cloth when she got me
down to the kitchen…
And why wouldn’t I switch on the light?
Wasn’t it dark?..
(Travels with my Dad. ebook and Amazon paperback.)