Saturday, Sunny Day (Paul O’Brien)

 

Thursday we gathered round trying to take it in

Not one of us quite sure where to begin

Then someone found your notebook and began to read out loud

‘Saturday, sunny day, Dun Laoghaire, seven pound’

 

For years you’d kept a record of each and every day

The weather, how much you’d earned and places you had played

Sometimes it was Howth, along the harbour wall

Other times you’d stay at home and go nowhere at all

 

‘Saturday, sunny day, Dun Laoghaire, seven pound’

Seems to me that was a good day all round

 

It brought me back to a Saturday in August in the sun

I know that I was four years old and you, you were none

I was playing with our dad, chasing in the grass

You across the road with mam, born at last

 

Saturday, baby boy, Drumcondra, seven pound

Seems to me that was a good day all round

 

Lying in that carry-cot in linen and in lace

Part of me so jealous that you’d taken pride of place

I knew I had to share my room and all the toys I had

My Lego, action man and even mum and dad

 

Monday, scattered showers, the day we brought you home

I thought from that day on I’d never be alone

 

Last Sunday when I walked along that grassy stretch again

I could feel that August sun despite the cold March rain

I looked across the road to find the house where you were born

But they all looked just the same and I couldn’t tell which one

 

Sunday, cold and wet, taxi, seven pounds

Preparing for tea and cake for all who’d come around

 

Sunday I felt the cold when they brought you home again

In linen and in lace just like you had come back then

We talked about the things we’d shared and photographs that hung

Books you’d read, things you’d said and the songs you had sung

 

‘Saturday, sunny day, Dun Laoghaire, seven pound’

Seems to me that was a good day all round

 

‘Saturday, sunny day, Dun Laoghaire, seven pound’

Seems to me that was a fine day all round