<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Just Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In life the only thing we can call our own is our memories.<br> <br>I’m Irish and I’m a proud Irishman.<br>Oh, not for the usual sentiments.<br>The source of my pride runs deep. I can<br>Trace the direct line of my descendants.<br>My grandfather, the poor soul, came from Cork<br>With fifteen US dollars in his pants<br>And a big dream when he entered New York.<br>No large reception for this immigrant.<br>Just a sister who arrived earlier<br>In nineteen hundred through Ellis Island.<br>He met Mary Delea my Grandmother<br>Married and blessed it with a wedding band.<br>They had two girls, two boys, one was my dad.<br>They’re gone now, memories are all I have.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Albert+Ahearn">Albert Ahearn</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340670" data-title="Just Memories de Albert Ahearn" data-description="In life the only thing we can call our own is our memories. I’m Irish and I’m a proud Irishman. Oh, not for the usual sentiments. The source of my pride runs deep. I can Trace the direct line of my descendants. My grandfather, the poor soul,..."></div> </div> </div>

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