Wednesday, 30 September 2015
From Athlone to Artane
Malachy sailed to New York, a tailor trained to be
and I packed meat on the West Side where he altered a suit for me.
From Athlone to Artane he grew from the boy to man
who’d fled his Mammy’s womb when she ’visited her Gran’.
Many’s the stitch he’s fashioned, ells of cloth he's shorn,
fitting up so many people yet he grieves and mourns.