The colour white swimming in a sea of snow,
It’s shimmering, luminous substance,
As the Siberian winds make it flurry and dance,
Through the tranquil beauty of County Carlow,
The storm of life roars in to disrupt our routine and flow,
We stop to dream a new dream,
Living is now slow,
As we watch Storm Emma blow
Across Ireland, across our past,
Across memories that will always last,
Like a local playground bathing in the afternoon golden light,
I remember your luminous looks like the colour white so bright,
Your brown eyes shining with zest, intelligence and your ability to fight,
For a good life,
For love and romance and to become Eric’s wife,
But I see a little girl holding my hand,
A teenager listening to your favourite band,
Now you’re a grown up lady,
But i still see my girl running gracefully along the sand,
You make your dreams real,
With your doe eyed appeal
As the colour white dazzles around,
Your beauty and kindness is your seal
Pure endures with the echoes of Caylin’s violin a beautiful sound.
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