Topic: Keep looking out, Dont look back in. Helena Donovan.
Here's a wee piece for those who like my simple poetry. As a child i used to play along the Grand Canal my aunt lived along side the canal. I used to play where "Patrick Kavanagh" sat reading and writing. he was very grumpy, God be good to him 
and me for saying that ! I'd watch the canal coal boats coming through the locks. The men's faces were as black as soot. I always thought they looked exotic. Us kids used to think they were off to foreign lands, so we shout " Mister will you bring us back a monkey" Ti's it only a monkey ya want" They'd say. we'll be back in a week, and ill have the dandiest monkey ya ever laid eyes on for ya." Sure we'd be thrilled at the thoughts. Me Mam and aunt would laugh loudly saying "Were rearing enough monkeys as it is" It may seem a bit weird in this piece, but it is as my thoughts were when writing. Thank you as always for reading.
Keep looking out, don’t look back in.
Home life, work, years of bliss
Deflecting now to “who is this ?
The vastness of the sea i skim
I’m looking out, to look back in
A pretty sail boat takes to sea,
Making leeway, unlike me.
I sailed on passions Looney bin
I’m looking out, to look back in.
Canal boats coming through the lock
Childhood company, voices mock
“Mister, will you bring me back a monkey “
Memoried soaked laughter deep within
I’m looking out, to look back in.
Hot flashes now sometimes provoke
Feelings of doneness, hard to cope
Second life? Don’t feel so grim
I’m looking out, to look back in.
The child, now adult conjoined twins “
Both rise above the minds chagrins
Hands entwined, new life begins
Keep looking out, don’t look back in.
Old Doll.
