NO RULES

Happy birthday, today, May 10, 2016 to my daughter, Holly

My daughter, Holly, is 26, today. Tempus Fugit, when you’re having fun, I must add. Twenty two years ago, myself and my two daughters went on a road trip in a beat up old Mini. I wrote this poem, many years later, about that wonderful time, the three of us, in west Clare with NO RULES. My other daughter is Hannah.

There are no rules,

I told them,

just love yourselves

and respect all others

to be, to do, to say,

whoever they are

we pointed the Mini, west,

and hit the road where

we can only go forward,

because we couldn’t go back

to a shattered beginning,

to carry away the fragile output

of that relationship

On loan for a fortnight,

set loose in the west

with a sackful of sweets.

No plans, no rules,

a rudderless ship

in choppy waters,

ever onward.

Into a future
with bright…

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