Mammy’s only child

My sister say’s her mother loved her, strange as though it seems,

I tried to recollect this but only in my dreams,

She say’s she loved her dearly, of us a baker’s dozen,

I thought she had a soft spot, for a distant cousin.

 

In all the years she knew her mam, her memories are intact,

Mothers favourite she is heard to shout and this she says is fact,

Her mammy loved but her alone and dare you contradict,

With all the rest of us she says her mammy could be strict,

 

Perhaps I said she humoured you, while you were growing up,

Kept you smiling long enough, until you grew enough,

To see that there were more of us, younger but like you,

Thinking mammy loved only us, hoping it were true?

 

A resounding shake of her blonde hair, and swift decline of truth,

Her mammy loved but her, she had no time for the youth,

Nor all who dared come after her, as she was the only one,

None of us could call her mother, until sister dear was done,

 

So, we grew up without a mammy, no one there to call,

Until said sister was away, and our mother we would call,

Then 12 of us would share said sister’s only mam,

Each night we prayed she’d marry some woman or a man,

 

My sister told her family her mam loved only she,

And smiled her way through life, as happy as can be,

None but her existed in the eyes of her dear mother,

Neither nine of her dear sisters nor one of her three brothers,

 

My sister says her mammy, showed her only love,

held her in such regard beside only God above,

yes, she loved her dearly amongst her baker’s dozen,

I still recall well talked about, not-so-distant cousin.

15- 03- 24

Christy o Donnell

(Which sister huh?)

 KNOW YOU THIS 

Yes, it is me. A fleeting thought, 

Passing through your mind, 

I am there always, waiting, 

for you to find, 

Know you this, you are forever cared for, 

Know you this, it is I who cares, 

 

For we are family, born to the same clan, 

Share the same genes,  

From some woman or man, 

Not always speaking, yet ever present in dreams, 

Know you this, I think of you often, 

Know you this, I cared, in your darkest times  

 

I cared enough to fill a box, 

with things you might enjoy, 

I care enough to listen, 

when others may not try, 

Know you this, of you, I fondly think, 

Know you this, lean on me, when you face the brink, 

 

We are family, share the love and loss, 

We are many and we are few, 

We all have in time paid the price, suffered the cost, 

Looking back the love and loss we knew, 

But hear this, you are loved, 

Know this, you are thought fondly of, 

 

We are eldest and youngest, look forward and recall, 

Parent and child, helped cushion many a fall, 

Sat at life's table, we share in the good, 

Iron out anything, misunderstood, 

Know you this, good or not I think of you, 

Forever care for, and family cares, 

Present in dreams, thought of often, 

In your darkest hour, you have family, 

Whom fondly of you think. 

 

Christy o donnell 😊 

 The pandemic shows no sign of shifting 

Let's all have a party in Clifden 

If they find out so what 

They're a right foolish lot 

We'll spin em a yarn and they’ll listen 

my corona

My covid-19

A virus called covid-19, has developed a life of its own,
Now most of us are locked in our homes alone,
Asked by those now in power, to isolate,
Lest we catch this thing and seal our own fate,
People on the internet offering all kinds of aid,
To those in need and they’re not getting paid,
As I look out my window at the flowers and the birds,
There are young ones driving by, on quads in herds,
Who knows why they refuse to isolate,
Why they help this thing spread until it's too late,
To each other they pass it, while they’re coming and going,
People dying in thousands, in beds all alone,
But no amount of asking will keep these young ones at bay,
They are invincible, no matter what we try say,
Sulkies and ponies pulling traps on the road,
Three or four young fellas is the poor ponies load,
But the pony will survive covid-19, he will live,
While these young one's the virus, to each other will give,
And carry it home to family or a friend,
Soon after that, for most it’s the end,
A virus has taken hold of our lives one and all,
Before it kills us, Stupidity will finish us all,
While some could care more and more could care less,
It is ignorance that will find us all in a mess,
So, ride on your bikes and quads and such,
But ask yourselves what price is too much,
When parents and relatives have taken their last breath,
Is it your dinner you will miss when surrounded by death?

Ana Kreigel

Judged and found guilty

Part three Ana Kreigel

The jury is in and sentence is due,

For boy A and boy B both these two,

Boy A gets life for the one that he stole,

His the main part his dominant role,

Boy B gets just a little bit less,

After all he took flight from their horrific mess,

He will not accept his part in this deed,

Did he not understand he would not be freed?

Reviewed it would seem while being held in good care,

Given the best of all it doesn’t seem fair,

For the life that was taken to just serve some time,

To one day be free and still try denying,

Blame one another for this disastrous deed,

Hoping a not guilty verdict would see them be freed,

As both now reside in their comfortable cell,

They’re part in this murder each one knows well,

Yet the victims in this are all those involved,

Parents and children and how this act evolved,

Ana kriegel is dead her name in the news,

Let’s protect her killers their names we can’t use,

We do not understand and we ought not to try,

It makes no sense that a child has to die,

Yet die she did at the hands of these two,

As we count our blessings knowing this truth,

The media will scream it’s too much or not enough

Life given or taken is always so tough,

Pray it’s enough justice and she may now be at rest,

For the murder of Ana kriegel a full sentence is best.

a political penis

 A political penis

So Johnson is the new p.m., in dear old tory town,

London will never be the same again, this time it will fall down,

Instead of building bridges, and trading with the world,

Into his mates garden is where we are now hurled,

Johnson is a slang term for penis, this is what I’m told,

An American dick for pm. would this story ever grow old,

So a penis sits in Whitehall, Johnson is his name,

In the Whitehouse in the states, another useless one does the same,

And a Brexit is the watchword, as we wait these dick’s decision,

A dick looking for a deal, and a penis might well deliver,

Its worse we are improving, or so it now appears,

A war on common sense is losing, fake news so very clear,

While Boris sits in parliament and Donald on his throne,

American born Johnson, for president could roam,

He’s eligible to try, or so it would seem,

Might even win, disrupt poor Donald’s dreams,

Either way we are goosed, by the hand of one dick or the other,

They somehow look alike Perhaps they could be brothers,

A power sharing family, across the great divide,

Nowhere on the planet, will be safe to hide,

So we’ve a dick in the states, and another in blighty,

Sharing power on our planet, which is truly mighty,

The end could be nigh, caused by a country with a border,

And our Leo it seems, prefers a dick to order!

So sitting in the Whitehouse is a right flaming dick,

While home in his chair a Johnson waving prick,

And to top it all in Eierann’s green isle,

All these dicks in the arena makes veradacker smile.

Vacation calling,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Sentence postponed

Vacation calling,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Sentence postponed

2 of 3

Asleep in the city, lay a man of no means,

On a bench, in a doorway, he smiles as he dreams,

Somehow somewhere, life slipped him by,

Alone sleeping rough, is where he now lies,

And ,,,

At the far side of town, boy A and B wait,

Three whole months, to find out their fate,

Who can afford the top legal fees?

Weary by a graveside, two parents grieve,

But,,,

Asking for reports, is a judge sat on high,

Vacation is looming, let sentence be denied,

Cosy in bed boy A and B sleep,

The damage they caused, left a family to weep,

Though,,,

Asleep in the city, a woman it seems,

Hides in plain sight, not daring to dream,

No bed in jail, nor escape from her cell,

Living rough on the street, her own living hell,

Yet,,,,,

Boy a and boy b, will still have the chance,

Sentence be served, their lives to enhance,

Inside the prison system, they will live well, and learn,

Buried deep in a grave, forgotten the harm,

That,,,

Asleep in this land, are we as a nation,

Where murder is normal, or so it would seem,

Postpone the sentence, we are off on vacation,

Easily forgotten, are a young dead girls dreams,

So,,,

To history and the archives, a murder is sent,

All the reports, will say much the same thing,

Educate rehabilitate, both boys will repent,

Anna Kreigal remains, a life never spent.