Poetic-Verses
The Suitcase
The Suitcase November 30, 2014
I packed my old suitcase with care as I moved on my way
I kissed my pictures of times gone by remembering everyday
Nobody is with me now, they died by that foreign gun
Many left at Cork and Belfast before the troubles begun
I weep alone, I have no phone, I have no friend to call
I see them in my dreams, I love everyone and all
Fathers and mothers from my past walk in peace inside my case
Their children that died are with them in a very special place
My suitcase must stay closed as it's my secret cry
I love my friends of Ireland, why did they have to die
I can see my heroes of the past with angels by their side
They smile with pride with feelings deep inside
A hero calling from past from inside my suitcase box
I died with my comrades on the blanket in eighty one
Together we died for freedom, another Irish mother's son
Marraied was there with words to share, taken at Gibraltar
Danny and Sean from the Falls in coffins at the alter
Tears from the old suitcase brought memories from the past
I cried and closed it gently but cannot forget the past
I remember them all, we must all walk tall
We must never open this suitcase, God bless them all
I packed my old suitcase with care as I moved on my way
I kissed my pictures of times gone by remembering everyday
Gerrard McGeachy
