Thursday, February 07, 2008

"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



"Old Lovers

Young lovers that walk hand in hand
reminds me of the time
When I was in that magic land
and when true love was mine
The night and stars were all a part
of everything I knew
My bosom swelled with a lovers heart
that grew and grew and grew
But a Seniors love is just as great
and stronger I might say
Because the time that's left to them
is more precious every day
A love that's lasted all these years
deserves to be in rhyme
Just like the forests tallest tree
It withstands the test of time.
Michael Christopher Daly
Feb., 2002