Invitation
Invitation
by John O’Brien, Jr.
You are welcome in my home
Wait for no invitation,
for it was given the day we met.
Pull up a chair, warm your hands
as the sweet tastes of the turf and the tea, linger
in the rare air
My door is always open,
the kettle always boiling.
Scones warm vapors awaken.
I am so happy you dropped by.
There is a place for you here.
We’ll sing. Bards and sean nos,
friends of friends come freely
and stay, and go, leaving memories
passing on songs, sharing history
adding to the fabric of my life
barely lived, generations old
I want no rules here
yet invite you to join with my ways
around the hearth
only you have seen,
what you have seen,
the places you’ve been,
stories you’ve breathed.
Friends and foes of the past
and how they walked their path
their ripples, and jokes,
their memorable moments in time
and so will live on
as we pass on.
There are no strangers here
only friends who haven’t met.