<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Himself</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night, when I was listenin’<br>Alone, to wind and rain,<br>He took the chair beside me,<br>Himself - come home again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His kind blue eyes were smilin’<br>Beneath his thatch of grey,<br>He laid his hand on my hand, <br>The ould sweetheartin’ way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pressed my cheek upon it, <br>Remembering bitterly<br>The times he faced his daily toil<br>Without one smile from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, his meals were always good,<br>His clothes well kept and clean,<br>The neighbours, sure, will tell you, <br>The splendid wife I’ve been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in Life’s stress and struggle,<br>We somehow, grew apart,<br>You know these Irish mothers,<br>'Tis “the childer” has their heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he grew grim, and close-lipped,<br>And harder, day by day,<br>Poor man - too tired for laughter,<br>Too worried to be gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But - how his care enclosed us,<br>For all he was so grim,<br>The very rafters of our home<br>Were cut and laid by him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I, that might have cheered him, <br>The bitter words I said,<br>Oh! God, that we remember, <br>Only when they are dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now - my arms were round him,<br>The room seemed full of flowers,<br>And Youth came back and sunshine,<br>That glorious time was ours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The firelight flamed and flickered,<br>The embers fell apart,<br>I woke to empty silence,<br>With sorrow at my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wild winds brought the morning,<br>The dawn was red and chill,<br>And Himself was lyin’ sleepin’<br>In the graveyard on the hill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</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=342178" data-title="Himself de Alice Guerin Crist" data-description="Last night, when I was listenin’ Alone, to wind and rain, He took the chair beside me, Himself - come home again. His kind blue eyes were smilin’ Beneath his thatch of grey, He laid his hand on my hand, The ould sweetheartin’ way. I press..."></div> </div> </div>

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