I wish I was in Sligo
Where roots got lost by force
Only a few days in Sligo
I want to dig for the hidden roots
But Sligo is far I cannot get there
For others the first prize is a journey
In vain I wait for the lottery winning
Sooner I die like Dad entirely quiet
At least I reached Dublin City
In every Paddy I saw my father’s substitute
Not only “the girls are so pretty” there
Maybe the river Liffey is giving me a berth
Today I feel myself sick and old
A journey to Sligo would be a fountain of youth
But Germany is far away and cold
Now heavy storms beat the ocean
I wish I was in Sligo
Only a few days in Sligo
I want to take roots
© Sonja Nic Rafferty ~ January 2000
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Sonja Nic Rafferty.
Published on e-Stories.org on 24.08.2004.
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