The Little Boy at Christmas


 

The little boy tried to sleep, in the darkened room that night,
He closed his eyes and tried not to hear in case there’d be no toy,
There’s a sound, he thought, it could be him he shivered with a fright,
If he finds me here wide awake, I’ll be one unhappy little boy.

Downstairs the team in the family hub were laying out the toys.
Some big, some small, some heavy, some light, all wrapped in a beautiful way,
Some for mammies and daddies some for girls and for boys
So we could all make it a special day.

Even if, you’re not in your house, on this coming Christmas day,
Santa will know who, where and why, and just what stuff you need,
And Santa and Prancer and Rudolf and all will pull in and stop on the way,
For a child is a child, that we all need to love, to support and strengthen and feed.

So happy Christmas, to all of you who are not at home this year,
We’ll try our best to make it nice, with food and love and care,
To all the children, waiting for the man in red, hoping their letter was clear
The Crosscare team will make sure there’s enough nice stuff for all of us to share.

Happy Christmas

Adrian McKenna is a Social Care Professional ; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of Social Care Ireland, The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and sits on the Social Care Workers Board at CORU.
 

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Minding My Mind


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I don’t mind what’s on my mind, I find,

that thoughts fly through and through, they do.

And where they come from no one knows, I suppose,

Happy, sad, mad and bad, ups and downs highs and lows.

 

Some days my head is in a better space,

you will know, you’ll see it, its written on my face,

other times the darkness doth descend, and then,

the painful road with no seeing end.

 

And then there are days where my head shines bright, although,

those times I work hard, I have to fight, and

to maintain the perspective, to see all that’s there, to grasp and to hold,

to love and to share.

 

Don’t ever give up, don’t ever lose hope, don’t listen to voices who infuse you with no,

look for moments of beauty and kindness and care,

take control of your darkness,

live your life if you dare.

 

Ado

 

Adrian McKenna is a Social Care Professional ; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of Social Care Ireland, The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and sits on the Social Care Workers Board at CORU.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

 

 

 

Minding My Mind


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I don’t mind what’s on my mind, I find,

that thoughts fly through and through, they do.

And where they come from no one knows, I suppose,

Happy, sad, mad and bad, ups and downs highs and lows.

 

Some days my head is in a better space,

you will know, you’ll see it, its written on my face,

other times the darkness doth descend, and then,

the painful road with no seeing end.

 

And then there are days where my head shines bright, although,

those times I work hard, I have to fight, and

to maintain the perspective, to see all that’s there, to grasp and to hold,

to love and to share.

 

Don’t ever give up, don’t ever lose hope, don’t listen to voices who infuse you with no,

look for moments of beauty and kindness and care,

take control of your darkness,

live your life if you dare.

 

Ado

 

Adrian McKenna is a Social Care Professional ; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of Social Care Ireland, The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and sits on the Social Care Workers Board at CORU.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

 

 

 

What is Love, Do We Know ?


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What is Love, Do We Know ?

Is it tears on your breath, 

Is it a seed we sow.

What is Love, Do We Know ?

Is it a beating heart,

That we must let grow.

What is Love, Do We Know ?

Is it a stolen glance,

A fleeting kiss we must bestow.

What is Love, Do We Know ?

Is it your every waking day,

What is Love, Do you Know ?

What is love ?

Adrian McKenna is a Social Care Professional ; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of Social Care Ireland, The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and sits on the Social Care Workers Board at CORU.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

“Powerscourt”


 

In the stout hills of Wicklow,
so proud standing forth,
nestled in the sweet valley.
lies a place called Powerscourt,

The wind whistles through the ancient trees,
with the Dargle crashing over stone,
the mountains resting on their knees,
and no, one sound can be heard alone,

In painful times, when memories are laid bare,
when all alone with no one there,
it projects itself into my mind,
I can never ever leave it behind,

Its so quiet and still, yet full of noise,
tis vast all consuming yet entirely mine,
it calms and soothes yet invigorates,
awakes, strengthens and relocates.

Adrian McKenna is a front-line child care professional; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and the YES Campaign for Children.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

“Nun “As Gaeilge”


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A poem about learning the Irish Language, this is written in English with some Irish words as I remember them.

 

Nun “As Gaeilge”

Repeat said the Nun, An bhfuil cead agam

again she spat, with venom in the air,

forty little voices afraid, struck numb,

the beauty of the mother tongue sang with despair,

 

Mother of God she wailed towards the light,

are yis Irish at all, do you hear what I say,

the knot in my stomach both hunger and fright,

a language of beauty a torment every day,

 

word after word, rhyme upon rhyme,

liom, leat, leis, leithi, linn, libh and leo,

monotonous and rhythmic time after time,

praying it was right so she’d let us go,

 

I’m 40 years older, well to a year or so,

and my Irish is still in that class,

the nun for all her guster and bustle and go,

was talking our Irish right out of her ass.

 

Adrian McKenna is a frontline child care professional; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and the YES Campaign for Children.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

“My Grandfather”


 

In Memory of My Grandfather James McKenna:

Standing alone at the end of the street,
imposing and fine and solid and strong,
never failing the wanderer or all who may meet,
It’s door always open, for they come along,

The fire always spitting and warmth in the grate,
the yellows the reds, oranges, dance in the room,
how many lives, loves,deaths,marriages have met their fate,
all the memories my grandads’ house could consume,

Now that I’m older i long to be there,
on the end of his bed as his stories unfold,
a man, his life lived, never a care,
to him we’re just children no faults, never bold,

Its strange now he’s gone, to be in his place,
it’s like a human reflection, without a real face,
but the walls are awash of a man so kind,
that lives,loves forever deep in my mind.

Adrian McKenna is a frontline child care professional; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and the YES Campaign for Children.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

“The Swimmer” In tribute to Olympian Gary O’Toole


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The Swimmer: In tribute to Olympian Gary O’Toole

The surface of the pool was pierced, by the power of muscle, skin and bone,
arm over arm he reached out to grasp the water, the swimmer all alone,
splash, splash, arm over arm, the beat of the engine of the swimmer,
above the water pull! stroke one more time,
under water the sound and light much dimmer,
kick, splash, pull, push,stroke,rise,fall, bend,
once, twice,three times more, touch wall , surface ,end.

Adrian McKenna is a frontline child care professional; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and the YES Campaign for Children.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

“The Fidgety Fan Fooly” another children’s poem


A Few more Poems for your Perusal:

The Fidgety Fan Fooly:

The fidgety fan fooly
flipped from rock to rock
he flapped his wings
and pricked his ears much like doctor spock

he flipped and flapped
and flopped and flew
and tiddled and taddled and tapped
he skipped and skaddled
and bibbled and babbled
and around a tree he wrapped

higher and higher, ah much higher than that
he flew into the sky
then he swooped and looped and stooped and re-grouped
the fidgety fan fooly boy.

The Upsy Downsy:

upsy downsy lived on his head
walked on his hands
with his feet in the air
said hello from below
shook hands with his feet
and had very hangy down hair

he drank through his nose
and he ate with his toes
and wrote with an upside down pen
but most of all when he needed to pee
for his efforts he got nine out of ten

he wore his shoes on his hands
his gloves on his feet
and his legs stuck out of his top
he slept with his legs on the pillow
washed upside down in the shower
and fell out of bed with a plop

now, upsy downsy was oh so rare
that they caught him
and built him a housey
the floor was the ceiling
the doors upside down
and his friend was an upside down mousy.

Adrian McKenna is a frontline child care professional; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and the YES Campaign for Children.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

“Deaths Last Breath”


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This is A Short Story that I wrote many years ago:

The old man lay slumbered on the equally old armchair, the artist painted with the speed of a ferret on a riverbank, not knowing that the slumbering old man probably would never see this picture, he had taken his last breath, a breath tinged with the taste of oils on canvas and of turps on brushes, the painting was to be his one dimensional death mask.

Adrian McKenna is a frontline child care professional; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and the YES Campaign for Children.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.