Belfast_Tim

There's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head