I imagined I smelled the diesel that filled the space in your high top transit van.
It triggered subconscious memories that came back to drive me on.

Back to a time when seventies music played on your cassette deck
And you sang along to rock 'n' roll songs.

You sometimes drove like a mad man through the busy streets of Dublin,
Knowing the quickest route to everywhere when your patience wasn't anywhere.

Mo Athair,
You showed me around the city, green mountains and blue coast.
Baile Átha Cliath, the fairest concrete jungle, the place you loved the most.