by Pat Duggan
An old photograph in a drawer today,
Of an Aunt and Uncle on their holiday.
Reminded me of Summers long gone,
Awaiting relatives to come along,
They came from America and England.
All round the house had to be grand,
For we all had worked for weeks before,
In paint, wallpaper and whitewash galore.
Weeding gardens upon our knees,
Trimming the hedges and the trees.
All round the cottage and everywhere,
Gleaming white t’would hurt to stare.
When they arrived, what a sensation,
As we headed for the railway station,
Greeting them as they arrived,
Carrying bags, how it hurt my side.
When we arrived back to our home,
Mother would be welcoming at the door alone.
Father at work not a day could he miss,
Arriving from work ,handshakes and a kiss.
When all the presents were handed out,
They toasted each other in whiskey and stout.
When supper was over and chairs fixed around,
The accordion man came, with that lovely sound.
As night went on there was dancing and song,
And we sent to bed, for next day we did long.