Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 70,
dear and loving son John.
Hello to your missus and to
your four children, may they grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit
of trouble, I guess that he never will learn.
Because of the dampness there's
no turf to speak of and now there's nothing to burn.
And Bridget is happy you named
a child for her, you know she's got six of her own.
You say you found work but
you don't say what kind, oh when will you be coming home?
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 80,
dear Michael and John, my sons.
I'm sorry to give you the
very sad news that your dear old mother passed on.
We buried her down at the
church in Kilkelly, your brothers and Bridget were there.
You don't have to worry, she
died very quickly, remember her in your prayers.
And it's so good to hear that
Michael's returning, with money he's sure to buy land.
For the crop has been poor
and the people are selling at any price that they can.
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 90,
my dear and loving son John,
I guess that I must be close
on to eighty, it's thirty years since you're gone.
Because of all of the money
you sent me I'm still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself
a fine house and Bridget's daughters are grown.
Thank you for sending your
family picture, they're lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even
come for a visit, what joy to see you again!
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 92,
my dear brother John.
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner
to tell you that Father passed on.
He was livin' with Bridget,
she says he was cheerful and healthy right down to the end.
Ah you should have seen him
playing with the grandchildren of Pat MacNamara, your friend.
And we buried him alongside
of Mother down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and feisty
old man considerin' his life was so hard.
And it's funny the way he
kept talking about you, he called for you at the end.
Oh why don't you think about
coming to visit, we'd love to see you again.
© 1981 by Peter Jones
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