The Ulster Road Brick

Not long before she passed away,
my mother took me to a wall,
on Ulster Road,
where we began to seek
a single brick;
and as we scoured the wall,
mum told the tale of how she,
(eighty years before),
had scraped her name
into the wall,
together with her friends.
I noticed many bricks inscribed,
some beautifully carved;
and then,
with child-like glee,
she found the roughly scratched M C,
preserved in brick;
a monument,
that stirred her failing memory,
to happy, childhood days,
still there,
for all to see.

For Mary Cattell

By Kath Dodd