He’ll be Fine

Dear Teacher

I know you’re rather busy

First day back, there’s just no

A whole new class of little ones

And this one here is mine

I’m sure you have things covered

And have done this lots before

But my boy is very little

He hasn’t long turned four

In his uniform this morning

He looked so tall and steady

But now beside your great big

I’m not quite sure he’s ready

Do you help them eat their lunch?

Are you quick to soothe their

And if he falls and hurts his knee

Will someone dry his tears?

And what if no-one plays with him?

What if someone’s mean?

What if two kids have a fight

And he’s caught in between?

You’re right, I have to leave now

It’s time for him to go

I’m sure he’ll learn so much from

Things that I don’t know

Yes, I’m sure they settle quickly

That he’s fine now without me

I know he has to go to school

It’s just so fast, you see

It seems like just a blink ago

I first held him in my arms

It’s been my job to love, to teach

To keep him safe from harm

So, when I wave goodbye in a moment

And he turns to walk inside

Forgive me if I crumple

Into tears of loss and pride

I know as I give him one more kiss

And watch him walk away,

That he’ll never again be wholly

As he was before today.

Are you crying?

Blame Doreen Buckley who found this poem on the internet for every mammy and daddy who is seeing off a little one to school this week.



Everywhere all over town the green and gold is flying before Saturday’s replay of the All Ireland Semi final against Mayo.


Down Memory Lane; Postman and Council man

Jerry and Pat on Church St. a few years back.


Elizabethan Postbox at Convent Cross

Convent Cross


New kids on the blog

Sean and Killian have made a great start on their blog of life in Basque country HERE