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written by: Eoghan Lyng
The Irish flock inside the gates,
Huddled by hugs and kisses, well wishes,
And such and such.
A mother’s tears are filled, willed
With the joy of seeing her boy
Back from America.
A Spanish clan come man to man,
In hands they hold and walk
Among the Irish who have returned
For a week of wine and fun.
My cigarette lights its end
As I send my well wishes
In brows and stares,
Fair carried my bags to the bus.
It’s a time like this we see
Humanity has a joyful solemnity
And Dublin Airport is happy now.
Just as sleighs make way for sights,
Delight children through a sleepless night,
So too does the gate open way to tears
And cheers a many
Irish family bring.
If I could sing, I would,
And take the scene with me,
For my next flight home.