Mar 2021
WILD WAVES CRASHING
ABOUT THE OLD HEAD OF KINSALE
I scramble
into your bed
like I'd do when I was 2
or four or more.
Rub your back for you
(you my 95 year old child )
until sleep gathers you in.
Just like you did for me
when I was your little boy.
I listen to you as slowly slowly
your dreams capture you.
I love your each and every breath.
I da da da Over the Waves and you smile.
And when you awake
two hours later
there I am
still rubbing your back.
You smile and tell me
your mother would do the same
when you were a tiny boy
wild waves crashing about the Old Head of Kinsale.
So here we all are
the back rubbers of the ages
all in the one place
sharing different times
comforting soothing
easing all the pain
wild waves crashing about the Old Head of Kinsale
**
I would rub his back for him and the warmth and friction and affection would calm him down and he would drift off to sleep but then if I stopped he would begin wake up again and start to cough...so I continued for two hours and he finally woke up rested. He was surprised to see me still there rubbing his back for him. Said his mother would do that for him when he was small and I said you used to do it for me when I was small. So there in that one magical moment were all the back rubbers paying no attention at all to the different times and all time became this one moment.
His mother used always be terrified of him lying on his belly and looking over the edge of the cliff at the furious waves eating the land. He would then run down to Mrs. Fitz who had a big gramophone and she would always play him and he never tired of it...the instrumental OVER THE WAVES which would become in time THE LOVLIEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR as sung my Maria Lanza.
He would often sing it to me or play it on his harmonica or accordion and I was enthralled by it and him and amazed that he could have been a small boy just as I was!
I simply adored him and he was the loveliest man and the most gentle of souls.
ABOUT THE OLD HEAD OF KINSALE
I scramble
into your bed
like I'd do when I was 2
or four or more.
Rub your back for you
(you my 95 year old child )
until sleep gathers you in.
Just like you did for me
when I was your little boy.
I listen to you as slowly slowly
your dreams capture you.
I love your each and every breath.
I da da da Over the Waves and you smile.
And when you awake
two hours later
there I am
still rubbing your back.
You smile and tell me
your mother would do the same
when you were a tiny boy
wild waves crashing about the Old Head of Kinsale.
So here we all are
the back rubbers of the ages
all in the one place
sharing different times
comforting soothing
easing all the pain
wild waves crashing about the Old Head of Kinsale
**
I would rub his back for him and the warmth and friction and affection would calm him down and he would drift off to sleep but then if I stopped he would begin wake up again and start to cough...so I continued for two hours and he finally woke up rested. He was surprised to see me still there rubbing his back for him. Said his mother would do that for him when he was small and I said you used to do it for me when I was small. So there in that one magical moment were all the back rubbers paying no attention at all to the different times and all time became this one moment.
His mother used always be terrified of him lying on his belly and looking over the edge of the cliff at the furious waves eating the land. He would then run down to Mrs. Fitz who had a big gramophone and she would always play him and he never tired of it...the instrumental OVER THE WAVES which would become in time THE LOVLIEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR as sung my Maria Lanza.
He would often sing it to me or play it on his harmonica or accordion and I was enthralled by it and him and amazed that he could have been a small boy just as I was!
I simply adored him and he was the loveliest man and the most gentle of souls.
