You made me laugh,
you made me cry,
you made me believe.
You made me want to write.
Now you're with Eugene and Oliver
who when you were five
you had to fed with water and sugar
as they wailed and wailed
with hunger
in their prams.
You played the role of the father
that they had yet didn't have
but a brother's tiny hands
could only steal bananas.
Now you're in a Limerick
without the damp
without a River Shannon
that takes little twin boys away.
Thank you, Frank
and farewell.
