The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 119

The Linnet´s Wings I Have Roots By Miki Byrne Apparently I went to Ireland but was too young to remember. So I imagined how my Da had lived. I know he was Dublin born. Lived in a slum, knew the back streets and what it was like to go without. That he didn’t have shoes except for church on Sunday and that he would dive off the docks to amuse the odd tourist, who gave him pennies for his bravery. He crossed the water for work, then enlisted and did his bit in the second big one. Fought for his adopted land, his family. He said he had lost sight of Ireland but I found it. In his Gaelic, his singing, The stories he told and in the soft accent that never went. 119