After ten o'clock mass on Sunday I would push through the crowd .

Stopping to bless myself  and follow those with their heads all bowed .

 

Then I'd wait by the big green gate  
for my Father to come out  .

 

There were families piling into cars   
others walked about   .

I watched my Father on Sunday walk out of the chapel door .

There was a smile upon his face that he shared with many more .

Like a vessel filled with kindness ,
greeting others happily .

He saw me at the gate there and came over hurriedly  .

 

We walked to Delaney's Shop  for a paper and an ice -cream .

Then off to the Grove baths we would go , across Newington Green  . 

He taught me how to swim there , in 
the shallow end of the pool . 

 

Sharing Sundays with my Father ,
brought happiness as a rule .

 

 

By Paul McCann

 

Originally Posted On Site: 2008-06-13 06:57:19
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