A good news week

2013 Pat Schneider Poetry Competition

Last week was one of good news. I learned that my poem ‘Searching the Shadows’ was named as a finalist in the 2013 Pat Schneider Poetry Competition, judged by Dr. Sue Walker, Stokes Distinguished Professor University of South Alabama and Poet Laureate of Alabama 2007 – 2012. It’s great to be surprised like this, having totally forgotten that I had entered the competition.

And the other bit of happy news was the safe arrival into our family of baby David Tomas whose arrival makes 14 month old Éamon a big brother! As you can see below Éamon, who stayed with us while the main event was taking place, likes to keep in touch and insisted on getting in some writing practice 😉


Hi Mam, Dad and baby David,

I’ve been trying to make contact with you over the past few days using every phone shaped object I could get my hands on here, (see pic above) but I don’t know if you got any of my messages. So here I am scribbling a few words to you secretly while Joe is having a nap on the sofa and Nana is busy with something or other. 
I hope baby David knows about me and knows that I’m his ‘Big Brother’. While I’m down here in Carrick I want to have a chat with cousin Shay about my new role – he’s had a lot of experience of this and I know he will give me good advice.
One thing that’s bothering me is that I can’t find my hurley anywhere – did you remember to pack it? In the meantime I’ve been making do with a wooden spoon to keep up my hurling skills practice in the kitchen. Joe is getting good at saving the ball, even tho’ at times I’ve thrown him some right curved ones.
The food here is not too bad, but they don’t make cakes here like you do Mammy. And they don’t have any dogs to eat up the overflow from my high chair. Can you believe it!! But I’m willing to stay on here for another few days while you all get settled because if I wasn’t here I don’t know what Nana and Joe would do for entertainment. Just be sure not to let David at my toys until I get back and sort things out.
Lucy and Uncle Jim came over here last night and Lucy, for some strange reason, didn’t want to eat her dinner. So, of course, I couldn’t let the side down and tucked right into it. Yum!! it kept me going until my own dinner came along a few minutes later. Don’t worry, this boy is keeping his strength up. 
I think I hear someone waking up so I’ll finish for now. Do give baby David a great big hug from me. I hope he’s not keeping you awake at night.
Smiles and hugs for now,
Éamon xxxxx

2 responses

  1. Good news indeed on both counts Margaret! Congratulations.

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