I’m flying back to Ireland
Though it was not where I was born.
I’ll be arriving in Ireland
While the sun rises in the morn.
And I’ll not be sight seeing
As so many tourist do,
I promised my wife, Jeannie,
When in Ireland, this I’d do.
I’m taking her to scenery
She never again will see.
Like its many shades of green
Ireland’s known for sea to sea.
When I’ve found the very place
About she loved Ireland the best,
My hands will release her ashes
And let the wind do the rest.
–Michael J Smajda
03-14-2019
Very touching tribute… beautiful poem…
My deceased wife was part Irish by the way. Thanks for publishing the verse.
This is so touching,
beautifully tells the full story in such a few lines.
Thank you for sharing it
I will visiting Ireland Sept. 12 thru Sept. 17