An Old Gaelic Blessing

May those who
love us, love us
And those that
don't love us,
May God turn
their hearts;
And if He doesn't
turn their hearts
May He turn
their ankles
So we'll know them
by their limping

[This message has been edited by Becca (edited 09 December 1999).]

[e_cost]

I like your poem. Brought a smile to the face...and by the way...I gave my poem to that girl. =]

Oops, it's not my poem, I stole it. Suppose I should have said "author unknown." Oh well, I'm glad you gave her the poem. Go on, tell us all did she really, really love it?

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Gaol, Dilseachd, Cairdeas

[e_cost]

I don't know if she did...she hasn't replied to the email I sent it in yet. =]

Aaah, you weren't able to read it to her? No matter, I'm sure she'll cherish it. (I know I would)

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Gaol, Dilseachd, Cairdeas

[e_cost]

You're too kind...I would have loved to give it to her on paper in person, maybe written in some nice script, but hey, I'll do what I can. It never hurts to be impressive, right?

For me, the words are what is important, not the way in which they were delivered. You did good.

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Gaol, Dilseachd, Cairdeas