I bless myself, I think of you.
You took me from an Irish stew.
The ingredients were a mess,
of my own making, you say, I guess.
Well, okay, you knew what to do.
And did it too.
Enjoy your holiday, my sometime friend.
May your life never end.
Three times I called, three times you came.
Without you life is more of the same.
With you, a game.
I don’t want to make your head swell.
You came. You called.
Now all is well.
5th June, 2016