Mary Daly

Dromintee, Ireland

Born 27 February 1924. Educated: Adavoyle Primary School, Sacred Heart Grammar School. Newly retired Secretary and Bookkeeper. Married to Peter for 45 years but sadly he has passed away. Achievements: Road safety slogan award, lots of prizes for poetry. Has a family of 5: Peter, John, Helen, Anne and Bernadette. Also 22 beautiful grandchildren. A member of Jonesboro Luncheon Club. Also secretary of a tinnitus support group. My poetic achievements have helped me recover from several strokes and my husband's death. I find writing poetry enjoyable and stimulating.


Home

Home is such a little word,
Which covers such a lot,
From the old man in his easy chair,
To the baby in his cot.
It doesn't have to be a place,
Of antiques, gold or splendor,
Just a simple little cottage,
Full of joy, and truth, and candour.
Where from understanding parents,
You learn, the right from wrong.
Where you are taught to be upstanding.
And grow up brave and strong.
Home is where you learn to share,
And respect your fellow man,
To see each others point of view,
And be as tolerant as you can.
It is a place of love and laughter,
Of grumbles, frowns and tears.
But no place else, in all this world,
Can you spend such happy years.
Its a place you are always welcome to,
No matter how you are,
It will put its arms around you,
For home means love and care.
A meeting place of families,
Where you don't have to pretend,
Where you never feel a stranger,
And you are welcome to the end.
So boys and girls, if you have strayed,
And on the street do roam,
Kind and anxious parents,
Are calling out come home,
To a place where you will find peace of mind,
And you will never walk alone,
For you are very very special,
In your own home sweet home.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Mary Daly. All rights reserved.