Castle of Dromore

Take time to thrive my rose of hope 

In the garden of Dromore 

Take heed young eaglet 

Till your wings are feathered fit to soar 

A little rest and then the world 

Is full of work to do 

I sat in bed with a heavy heart and a lump in my throat. 

I was browsing a bookshelf in my sisters room and stumbled across a beautiful book.

The title was : My daughter, my joy. 

Inside the book was a long heartfelt message from my parents to my older sister.

They told her how they were so proud of her and all of her accomplishments. 

I never have received such a gorgeous book. 

And I never have received so much pride from my parents.  

Even today they often gush about her. 

I've been looking around lately and all I am seeing is other accomplishments. 

People getting engaged.

People having babies. 

People who have true love. 

And I feel like just a child beginning her steps. 

Like nothingness. 

But there is a time that I have imprinted in my heart and mind.

There was a time I sat on a hill outside of a castle in Ireland. 

Stretched out in front of me, as far as my eye could see were rich and soft green hills.

Hills dotted with houses, sheep, fences, and a small town. 

Mountains graced the horizon and blue sky smiled above me. 

Gentle wind wispered through my hair. 

All was quiet. All was soothing. 

And in that one moment, I felt at peace. 

I felt loved. 

My soul was tickled. 

My family was not with me.

My friend was wandering around in the dark, cold, ancient, castle.

And I was all alone. 

I may not have some things I'd like - but I have been so lucky. 

I am loved by a country of green. 

I am loved by the wind. 

The trees.

The ground my feet kiss. 

I have yet to grow. 

And yet to soar. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Fanicia E.]

Sibling rivalry man.... I appreciate you sharing this personal piece with us. Even when others might take you for granted, you can't do it to yourself. People are like flowers, everyone has their own season to bloom. Don't rush yourself. Take time to tend your garden and flourish.

[Anjali]

This was what we all tend to feel sometimes during our lives. I could totally relate to your story about how sometimes we struggle through our lives however there are many blessings we still have during these difficult times too and it is up to us to try chamging our perspective and be grateful for the wonderful things and people around us.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

It takes a certain time to find your calling, I think.. but till you do, it's all about exploring around and just being at ease with what you have for the moment, however dissatisfied it does make you feel. I get you, and I get this write. I tend to think we're all prisoners in this castle...
Nice reading you again, Kat. xx