Aug 31 2017
‘I wish, I wish I wish in vain,
I wish I had the Ma’ back again.
To go for a stroll and hold her hand,
Like the time she brought us to the Cabra Grand.
“Hold me hand or else you’ll fall
And don’t be climbing on that wall”.
She’d spit on her apron
And wipe me face.
To make sure I wasn’t a Holy Disgrace.
But the years have all changed,
And so did me Ma’
Especially when she lost the Da’.
“Wait till I tell yeah…”,
She’d often say.
“I thought of a story,
The other day”.
And off she go
With a tale of woe,
About life in the tenemenets
Long ago.
It’s seventeen years since she passed away,
And I think about her,
Almost every day.
I’d give up anything,
To see her again.
I wish, I wish,
I wish in vain…’