|Son #5 on Christmas day, proudly sporting one of his Irish-themed gifts.|
IRISH HE IS
A strange blend of shyness, of pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.*
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up in tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle, he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble, he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean, the earth and the skies,
He's enamored with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he's Irish...in love with his God.
*(This stubborn refusal to bow in defeat is what we Fighting Irish fans are counting on when they play Alabama for the national championship title on January 7!)