December 15th
December fifteenth, two days after Erin
Appeared to the world with some entrée
Grateful to doctors and to the nurses
Who saved with skill her life that day.
We enter the week of the shortest days
The longest nights and the lowest sun
That barely clears the damp garden wall
And blinds the cars on Killiney Hill road.
December thirteenth, my mother’s birthday
Now Erin’s too, a day to celebrate
Separated by a hundred years of wait
Same country still but whole worlds apart.
We look forward to the homecoming
To the Christmas tree in Corbawn
What will she make of the neighbors igloo?
The world of wonder lit up next door.
The champagne’s on ice for not much longer
The beer’s on tap in the gleaming room outside
The bunting goes up, touching the ceiling
Bring on the chaos, to the sounds of bells pealing.
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