If I went blind tonight
and lost all sense of sound’s delight
I fear that I could remember
the colour of a summer sky
as the sun drops over the horizon
and the gently sobs
of a woken child
in the room next door
would linger in my mind.
But how could I hold onto
the sound of our happiness?
How long before I lost
the soft colours of our love?
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Are all the Irish great writers or just you? I love these and by these I mean this one and the two below.
Kim!
Great to hear from you.
You’re such a flatterer.
🙂
B