I watched as he ignored the worldand focused on his hands.He creased a simple paper planeand dreamt of other lands.I watched him reach to throw that planeinto the open sky.A passing breeze upheld its wingsand made the paper fly.I watched a pleasant smile controlhis lips throughout the flight,until the little paper planehad floated out of sight.I hoped to see him chase the planeinto the light of day.Instead, he creased another oneand threw it too away.

You live,You grow,You learn a lotAnd think you know it all.The sun,So big,So proudly hot,It too will one day fall.

Sipping teawith gleebeneath a gooseberry tree.I wish Alice were here.Oh, my dear,do not fear,she will be.

There should ne’er be a timeWhen a duty or dimeDoth outshineThe importance of family.

I love you, Mom.___I love you more.I love you to the moon!___I love you to my core.

The boldest thing I ever did was turn to face my fear.The boldest move I ever made was mimicking its sneer.The boldest word I ever breathed while standing toe to toe,Was formed by trembling lips that dared to snarl 'I said no!'

Irish luck, aye, that I’ve got.A four-leaf clover—aye, that too.I’ll tell ye, lassie, what I’ve not,A lucky Irish kiss from you!

Let her know you adore her.Do not make her heart guess.Boldly say how you love her.Thy devotion confess.Let her know you admire her,All her talents and dreams.Boldly reach for her fingers.Gently slip on a ring.Let her know that you need her,As a lover and friend. Boldly kneel and implore her,To be yours ’til the end.

You don’t believe in leprechauns.A myth you say they be.You don’t believe in pots-o-gold,or four-leaf-clover tea.You don’t believe the rainbow’s endalights on treasured finds.They are illusions meant for fools you say ‘ave lost their minds.You don’t believe in whisperingyour wishes to the wind,where on St. Patrick’s holidaythey blow t’wards Ireland.You don’t believe in magic spellsor longings coming true.Yet, head-to-toe you dress in greenon Patty’s Day, you do.