My Irish Roots

I do not dream to wear the green On any St Patrick’s Day For the green itself exists in me And is always on display I carry my pride of Irish roots So to wear it on my sleeve It’s intertwined within my faith As, it is what I believe For every day, my dimples show The pride within my heart Of whom I am, my grandparents land And their heritage impart I carry with me, all the souls Of the Irishmen before To speak with pride, not Irish hide, For I couldn’t love them more No banshee’s wail, for me, curtail The gift of gab I share For the music starts, within me heart, Of the land of maidens fair For when I dream then, of the green The fragrant Emerald Isle I cannot help, but cry myself Yet, the dream brings me to smile