Gone Home

A Sunday dinner, then tea and cake, Ties that bind and cannot break. A story told, a laugh or smile, Or gentle silence for a while. A special gift, now and then. Now she has gone home again. Someone to talk to any day, Someone to help in any way. A warm fire on a…

Not Gone

In loving memory of my father Patsy Hanratty, late of Bellurgan Point, Dundalk, who died 13 March 2005.   The slippers lying empty under the bed; The shovel lying idle in the shed; The numbers scribbled beside the telephone. A new reminder every day Brings you close from far away. You're not here now… but…

Gone Home

  A Sunday dinner, then tea and cake, Ties that bind and cannot break. A story told, a laugh or smile, Or gentle silence for a while. A special gift, now and then. Now she has gone home again. Someone to talk to any day, Someone to help in any way. A warm fire on…

Not Gone

13th ANNIVERSARY   In loving memory of my father Patsy Hanratty, late of Bellurgan Point, Dundalk, who died 13 March 2005. The slippers lying empty under the bed; The shovel lying idle in the shed; The numbers scribbled beside the telephone. A new reminder every day Brings you close from far away. You're not here…

Back Home

In memory of my mother A Sunday dinner, then tea and cake, Ties that bind and cannot break. A story told, a laugh or smile, Or gentle silence for a while. A special gift, now and then. Now she has gone home again. Someone to talk to any day, Someone to help in any way.…