The path strewn with hurdles and gravels
40 years is a long way to travel
Two souls sewn with love and peace
Two hearts dipped in bliss
Two minds not always in same strength
But determined within to walk the length.

40 years of building the nest
Patience and endurance put to hard test
Before one day the saplings become a tree
Heart upon heart two becomes three
Through fall and rise and sun downpour
Years flew as the three becomes four.

It's no easy work to raise a family
In all sadness live strong and happily
Blocks are thrown doubts are cast
Moments of life try to break the trust
But we didn't bow continued the thrive
A grownup family now, we number five.

THE WORDS HIJACK ME

the words were
throwing
a poem

a come as
'you'
were

the room was crowded
with all the Dónalls
I had been

down the years
all claiming
to be the real me

"Now just hold on
a minute!"
I blurted out

but a few big words
acting as bouncers
frogmarched me to the door

"All right...all right!"
I shouted
"I can walk by myself!"

"Sling yer hook!"
they laughed
throwing me my hat

a few of the Dónalls
were dancing naked
on a table

"Hey...hey!" I yelled
"That was
never me!"

I could see
the poem was
going to make me up

whatever way
it liked
despite me

I walked into
the night
the dark eating me up

"Well..." I wondered
"how is the poem
going to end now?"

not realising
it already had
that this was it

"Oh Holy Sh!"
I swore
"Oh Holy Sh!"