Lullaby

When I was little, I used to ask my Dad, ‘Why, of all the places in the world, did you decide to come here?!’  Here being the provincial capital city of Northern Ireland.

Now that I am grown (metaphorically of course) I ask the opposite, ‘Why, of all the places in the world, would you want to even leave?’  I am talking of course about Belfast.

St Patrick’s Grave

The January lull has set in.  Xmas decorations are down.  The stairwell is empty of twinkle and glitter.  The festive songs have been wrapped away for another year.

Where has life’s sparkle gone?

Today, I spent much of my evening dusting away cobwebs.  Life’s cobwebs I mean.  How did I manage to accumulate so many of them?  When did that even happen?!  I thought I’d done ok with 2014 actually.  Somehow, they creeped in behind me.  Or maybe, right in front of me, choosing to be ignored.

Guess it’s time for a spring clean eh?

‘Goodnight my Angel now it’s time to dream

And dream how wonderful your life will be

Some day your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby

Then in your heart, there will always be a part of me’

Remember all the songs you sang for me, when we went sailing on an emerald bay…