The memory of having something stolen

A Night Out With Mammy
By Paul McCann

I remember the night I took Mammy
to see the Dubliners play at the Sydney town hall .

There was no one at the door to check our tickets
and inside there was fold up chairs for us all .

Mammy and I had a great night
and the music was as Irish as you’d ever want to hear .

At the end of the concert the audience all stood up
and began to clap their hands and cheer.

Then Mammy and I made our way to Town Hall station
and waited to catch that very last train .

It was dark when we arrived back at Yennora Station
and it started to pour down with rain

Mammy and I walked back to where I had parked the Van
but all that was there was an empty space .

We walked home in the pouring rain
and got soaked to the skin by the time we got back to our place .

That was the first time I took Mammy out
and the first time someone had took something that was mine .

There are some people in the world
who really deserve to be punished for committing a crime .