Title: The Story
Author: Linda Suazo
In a tiny town in the Wicklow hills
A story came to be
A tale so charming and divine
That they could not forsee
How many a heart
Throughout the world
Would find itself anew
And open as a bloom in spring
And fellowship pursue
The story came to everyone
As gentle, as a prayer
It brought with it, smiles and tears
And joys for us to share.
It told of Ambrose Egan
And his call from "up above"
Of beautiful Niamh Quigley
Whom Ambrose chose to love.
Of Brendan and Siobhan
And friendship gone too far,
Her love of all God’s creatures
And his searching for his star.
And wonderful old Eamon
His kindness to his sheep
Of Brian and his business deals
And secrets he must keep.
It gave us Liam and Donal
And the humor of their days
And the trouble they got into
And their double dealing ways.
Of Padraig O’Kelly and his son
And the Christmas goat
Of Kathleen at Hendleys store
And her long brown coat.
Of Dr. Michael Ryan
Who they loved so much
With a patience for his people
And his kind and gentle touch
And then they gave us Father Mac
Whom we learned to hate.
The pain he caused to those we loved
We hoped would be his fate
Then they chose to take our hearts
And warm them from above
With a tale of tenderness
And melancholy love.
The beautiful Assumpta
And Father Clifford, a man so rare
Began a tender friendship
That loneliness could share
She taught him how to drive a car
And sparred with him at length
She trusted him above all else
And reveled in his strength.
He came to love her spirit
And her ornery façade.
He gave her space to feel her doubts
About the Church and God.
The love that grew, the pain that came
From trying not to feel
Was unwelcome from the start
The sadness was unreal
The friendship changed and then one day
Became a love so strong
That he would have to make a choice
That to many would seem wrong.
He made the choice and so did she
To love until the end
The joy of those few moments
Will help our hearts to mend
Epilogue
Then it was time for her to go
According to the pen
Of writer Kieran Prendiville
And his thoughtless men.
The cry that was heard round the world
The tears that flowed that day
A testament to those who played
The folks in BallyK.
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