The Beauty Of The Truth

A smooth, round pebble thrown with joy into a Killarney lake, Creates movement of dancing ripples that reflects the light of the day, Like the film of their lives, beginning with the first take, My mother's moist, brown eyes scattered with flecks of green, Holding internal scars and the vibrancy of your dream, With your dignity and grace, You embraced the very core of living, The gift that adorned you like a regal crown, Was the art of giving, Honeymoon by the enchanting, mystical Killarney lakes, I hold an old black and white photo, Of our mum and dad on horseback, Smiling from their love that touched such depths, Like the mystery of history, Set in the ever changing shades of the County Kerry mountains, Sweeping and weeping, To observe the sheer beauty of the truth, All part of our roots, With their hearts joined forever in such bliss, Like their everyday wish, Moments captured with magnetic enraptures, That soared, With wings of freedom of flight, Throughout each night, Even the stars couldn't outshine their hearts glow, Like the constant, winding river of life in it's endless flow, The sound of their voices still carries across the wide expanse, Of heaven and earth, All part, Of our loving inheritance, Like a pebble rippling in a Killarney lake, Holding time, Capturing the beauty of the truth, In the glory of their prime.