An ode to my son, Timm O'Cobhthaigh

I salute you dear son of the West,

Stop the clocks, cut off the cell phones,

Silence the wind,

Let the mountains shed tears of rain,

Dismantle the fog,

Pack up the rain,

Let the clouds spell your name,

Be embraced by the roar of the sea,

You are free, free, free,

May moon and stars of the western sky,

Shout out with light and delight,

Let the sun baptize you anew,

You are home, home, home,

Wander in blissful peace,

With joyous love reside,

Until I am again at your side.


-- Your Dad and Father, Liam O'Cobhthaigh