Monday, March 16, 2015

on St. Patrick's Day...

I often think about an old Irishman. One that I happen to look quite a bit like. This is my dad. He had auburn hair (that never grayed), and pretty green eyes. As many an Irishman from his era, he was somewhat prone to shenanigans and often full of malarkey! And I miss him.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

1 comment:

Debbie said...

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you & yours, Linda. I'm sure your Dad's Irish eyes are smiling on you today...and every day.