Many times, Eilish mentioned to me she would wait for me in her garden with tea. I asked her how she would find me. She said, “Oh, I will know you. I will be on the Irish side of heaven.” I laughed and said, “Where Guinness runs out of the taps.” She laughed her wonderful laugh of hers she exclaimed “We will talk about how the rest of your life turned out, and all about the kids. It will be wonderful I will meet you on The Irish Side of Heaven.”
A poignant mixture of infectious Irish cheer and country mirth, but echoes of a dark and intense morbidness, also haunt the lyrics of these poems. The message is of an Irish Heaven, but the spellbinding tales sound as if they have been blown by the winds from that empty space between heaven and hell. The verses in this book will haunt you with their vivid anguish, but will also be a source of comfort for lost souls, and an anchor from a poet who herself has experienced both sides of the afterlife which awaits us all. Sparkling with poetic elegance, the gleam of Irish wit twinkles like the stars in an evening Irish sky. This volume is a marvellous companion, especially for spirits needing an urgent dose of gentle light in the midst of a dark and stormy night, the kind that we all have to endure from time to time.