"HELLO AMERICA"

When I stepped off The Ivernia, in Feb.1956 New York displayed the flavor of, its international mix The liner had docked a little late, at Pier Fifty Two And I stood and stared, as all emigrants do People standing by baggage, were all over the place Trying to recognize or be recognized, by a familiar face With my Irish Tweed Overcoat and x-rays under my arm I began to realize, I had little to offer with my Irish Charm A few moments before, coming up the Hudson River The Magestic Statue Of Liberty made my body quiver The Skyscrapers I saw in the movies, were looking down on me And I realized some more, as to how small I could really be Then I saw who I was looking for, things began to ease Arms stretched around each other, enjoying and Irish Squeeze Nora, had a tear in her eye and I must say, so did I Two long years had past, when we said “Goodbye” People still running both on and off the boat There was I with my love and my Irish Tweed Overcoat The day was ending fast, as our cab sped up the Highway I was twisting my neck, wanting to see each and every byway I looked at Nora’s eyes, as she looked back at mine We didn’t have to say a word, our eyes were doing fine My window faced the river, lying as quiet as any lake Reflecting brilliant lights of a bridge, I thought was fake Suddenly, that bridge was in view and it took my breath away I told myself, I could make it here, on this, my very first day This is just my memory, embedded forever, in my mind I love you New York City, for being so helpful and so kind Michael Christopher Daly October 8th, 2007