Someone sentet me a virus....i cannot post except from the i-net cafe, which is very expensive.. my beloved gran has died ande i am making arrangements for her viewing ande wake....her will was read to me on Friday..she has requested to be buried in Eireann..

I am exhausted....someone is also trying to hack into my aol / aim...this sucks cos i'd just installed a new firewall..aol is protecting my sn ande i am calling them as soon as i leave hier  cos since my hacker gave me a virus, ande is attempting to use my account, which i've just discovered by going online for the first time..

i'm very sad..too much death inside too many months this year for me..

very sad.

gina

far from the land where her hero sleeps
she weeps while sweet lovers pass by, sighing.
but cold she turns her face from their wooing
ande weeps, for it is with him her heart is lying..

while walking the fields she sings wild songs
of her own Eireann; every note which he so
loved wakening to
shh. she reminds herself, there is no one
to take delight in her tones
how the young heart of this girl is breaking..

though he lived for his love
'tis for his country he died..leaving two
behind growing inside  full
they are alle that life's left her; entwined
keeping him alive still
how the heart of this young girl's breaking

the tears she gently wipes from her eyes
are for Eireann and he who died
in defence of her;
wiping forever tears, knowing
that the tears of her country may never
be dried;

though he lived for his love, it's for his
country he died, alle that's left of him
lies sleeping in her warm womb,growin
for Eireann

how the heart of this young girl is breaking
tears falling down softened cheeks so pale
for the tears of her country may niver be dried;
not long shall  his love stay behind

singing his waking song while walking the
fields to his graceful grave
she finds the place next to his own
where the sun goes down to rest
she thinks of the glorious 'morrow
wishing it to shine on his sleep, a smile
from God ;

as she lonely wanders, a wraith;
two inside her gaining breath
runs a hand  through her hair ande
makes a new tune for
her own lovely Land of Sorrows
dearest Eireann.

©®gina creide-graham

 have moved to Belfast. this my new home, hidden away it is, safe ande modest.

 gina is in hiding , only i know her location. And Gran...Cait she is safe, I assure you.  i will only divulge what I know after Cait's wedding, when I get on a plane to her location.

I love you all...

David and Gina

Lost Lovers and Wrecked Souls.