Upon the green of shamrock flower
I rest with heart aglow
For every year it brings its light
As memories overflow.
Upon the four-leaf-clover bright
As luck would paint it still
A treasured day of meaning shared
Forever act of will.
And toasts abound with rosy cheer
A nod to us unknown
It is our day that others’ mark
A keepsake all our own.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Friday, March 17, 2017.
Image: Shamrocks from Girl from the Hills Blog.