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Why Must My Poor Heart Keep Following You? (For My Brother Brian)
(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Why Must My Poor Heart Keep Following You? (For My Brother Brian)

My Dad is
breaking my heart

playing
“Liverpool Lou”

on a little itty bitty
harmonica.

I no longer know
what age I am

travelling down
to Cork on a train.

Just a magical
time of being!

My Dad is
breaking my heart

with the beauty of his playing

the beauty
of his being.

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Comments (1)

This is a very tender poem, and you read it beautifully on our Myspace profile, Dónall. xxx Jan