Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

It can be a great feeling to write a poem for oneself or for a particular person. And while one may find it satisfactory to acquire and preserve the good for an individual, writing a poem for a group or for the greater community can offer a finer and more divine emotion of inner reward.

On the other hand trying to practice what one preaches can often be far more difficult.

Our poem this week is dedicated to the memory of my late brother in law, Joe O'Sullivan of Waterpark, Carrigaline, Co. Cork, whose anniversary occurs on 7th June.

Joe was a great family man, a good friend, and an esteemed member of the community.

We all miss him; may he Rest in Peace.

We'll Miss You

We'll miss you in the Springtime,
When daffodils are new,
And hearts reveal, the way they feel,
Then we'll be missing you.

We'll miss you in the summer,
When blossoms pave the way,
No joy will bless our emptiness,
We'll miss you everyday.

We'll miss you in the Autumn,
When leaves begin to fall,
As fireside nights bring us delights
We'll miss you most of all.

We'll miss you in the Winter,
When Christmas time is nigh,
You'll be there in that somewhere,
'Tween nowhere and goodbye.

Through the tapestries of time,
We'll miss what might have been,
And in the night when all is quiet,
We'll miss you in our dreams.

© Ronnie McGinn