Your Isolde Poem
Don't you remember what innocence we shared
It was different for us
Than kids today
More innocence, more romantic sensibilities
Teacher mom
Hard working believing student
Enter into my realm
of Twilight and Dreamscapes
Texts, Poems, Michael Collins, Yeats
Just an Introduction
Just a Refreshing of the Roots
Really do they have teeth on the Blasket Islands
Or do they all wander to our own East Coast
How I long to be this person again
Do you know what a Waulking Song is
Warm your sailor's blanket as he comes in from the cold
What if that was you
I being Poor have only my dreams
I only had my thoughts of you
Liv's a Celtic Phantasy too
She's an Elven Hobbit Dream
So's Gwen and your dear Isolde
So hold close with every breath from every vein
This heartache is no new strain
Your headache is healed by music you say
And books and your good looks
Romantic crown, Celtic gown
Warriors stance, Ulrich Von Liechtenstein's dance
Celtic Austen traditions
Don't cheapen my admissions
Cherished even when my heart is in a thousand shards
My child knows the difference between Elanor and Maryanne
She's Elanor, maybe Elsinore Hamlet's home
Like Gertie in Reverse
What is life
What is teaching
What is learning or at least attempting to do so
When obliterated by Tic Tok
and now since my Birthday, disrespect
Grow and be me as I was then
For this our hearts we open
then you'll be Kate Hepburn and her Carey, Spencer or Howard Hughes
No longer to the Pain, I miss my chains which tie me to blood
To my daughter, my child, my everlasting heart
Is this one a work of art