My name in Gaelic:
Ùisdean Mac an t-Sealgair
a bagpipe lament
An ocean apart
bridged by our affinity
the language of Kooks
Happy Mother’s Day, Mum.
You’re in my thoughts this day and every other day.
I send Love and gratitude
to wherever your spirit now resides.
You made it possible for me to be the man I am today.
You remain my moral compass in all things,
our conversation continues.
“I feel your brightness near me.”
From: your son; now a father,
and your granddaughter; as much your legacy as she is mine.
Thinking about you,
i wrote these words
Then I cried,
I really don’t care
about the hue of your skin
What I care about
is devoid of all colour;
your spirit, your soul, your love
Me: How was school today?
Her: I learned a new word.
Me: Which word?
Me: Oh, I’m a big fan of random.
Her: Ok, let’s say something random. You go first, Daddy.
Me: I don’t like hummus.
Her: I’m flying a flag of humility.
Me: You win.
Her: I know. Work on your random, Daddy.
“You can’t buy moonbeams
they’re free; all you have to do
is believe in them”