She made

 She made 

She made the morning sounds

The noises from her bedroom

The rush of water from the shower

The hiss of perfumes as they wafted

Across the landing down the stairs

To where the coffee’s brewing

The magic moments of the morning

The daily miracle that’s never boring. 

The dog is sleeping in her basket

She’s getting old and doesn’t wake

Until she’s greeted by her master

And the smell of currant cake. 

All her joys are simple now

The grace of looking at the trees

Now clad in in green Spring leaves

Leaving a little gap in between 

To watch white clouds that scurry past

Above the Irish Sea

Above the copse that rings with song

From busy birds who toil along 

To fashion nests for little ones 

Who in turn come back each year

To fill our lives, to give us cheer

On a simple April morning. 

The Sunday bells are tolling loud

From Churches ‘cross Dun Laoghaire 

But today I’ll sit and pray

Greeting heaven where I find it.