A St. Patrick’s Pause ☘️

Happy St. Paddy’s Day everyone  --  may the luck of the Irish be with you.

A little St. Patrick’s humor, a touch of Gothic mood, and one family detail that still makes March memorable: my daughter turned 37 yesterday. She was expected on St. Patrick’s Day but decided to arrive a day early instead. Some people wait for luck; some enter early and rewrite the calendar.

It seemed fitting to mark the season with a short poem where shamrocks, shadows, and birthdays all share the same page.

Beneath a sky where twilight lingered green,

The shamrocks leaned where shadows slipped between,

A candle laughed against the windowpane,

While March arrived with mist instead of rain.

One small soul, impatient with the date,

Ignored the seventeenth and would not wait;

A day ahead, she entered soft and bright,

And stole the sixteenth neatly from the night.

The old house settled, boards began to creak,

As if the walls themselves had learned to speak;

Even the teacup on the table knew

That birthdays sometimes bend what calendars do.

So, raise a smile for luck, for time, for cheer,

For daughters who arrive a day too near;

And if the evening darkens emerald-black,

Perhaps the Irish ghosts are drifting back.

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