My feet are here on Broadway,
this blessed harvest morn.
But Oh the ache that's in them
for the spot where I was born.
My weary hands are blistered
from work in cold and heat,
and Oh to swing a scythe today
through fiels of Irish wheat.
Had I the chance the wander back
or own a king's abode
'tis soon I'd see the hawthorn tree
by the Old Bog Road…
Catherine
1st December 2021
St James Lane
Such fond memories at Pat & Vince’s,
The Christmas trips, the laughter, the chats that were had;
Mom & Pat gassing for hours, not coming up for air,
Dad and Vince probably thinking what a pair.
The greyhounds to be fed out the back, if Vince had his way they’d have joined in the chats.
The visits to the track to run with Tara and Vinnie; the chance to practice with two of the best athletes in the vicinity.
The big smiles that greeted us on every visit, a presence that lit up any room with kindness and dancing eyes!
When little Vin said George was at the door, and presented the wee treehouse figurine in his place, big Vince took it all in good faith!
Uncle Vince you were and are an amazing human being and I feel blessed to have known you. Shine brightly over your beautiful family now, sleep tight and rest well.
Love always Carla xxxx
Carla
2nd November 2021
Thank you for setting up this memorial to 'Vincent'.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Heart of England Co-operative on 28/10/2021