The Irish In Me
I have a bit of Irish in me
From Grandma Mary Holloway;
My German part is quite subdued
On this, my grandma's holiday.
The Scotch and English part of Mom
Combined with Irish from her ma,
Make up the whole of half of me.
The rest is German from my pa.
A boiled potato on her plate
Was part of Grandma's daily fare;
But adding cabbage and corned beef
Made it a feast beyond compare.
On this grand day of every year,
I think about my family tree
And wear the green to show my pride
In the quarter Irish part of me.
(posted a bit early since I won't be home until after the 17th.)
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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