Sass O’Flynn grew up in the Wicklow mountains on a farm, racing horses and out in nature. Life growing up wasn’t easy. The educational system did not lend its self to supporting artistic nature or dyslexia. Sass finally found a place to excel. School of Arts in England. She studied Theatre, English and History. Sass headed to the US for a few years. She came to Galway for a weekend, played a role in the Town Hall Theatre. When she is not working, Sass is a Musician Singer Songwriter and Poet. What Joy!

Grief

My grief can be benign.
Not because I don’t feel anything!
It touches gently, then leaves,
My grief can be sly,
Not because I deceive myself!
It sneaks in and pushes a tear to the surface
At the most inopportune moment.

My grief is not that of a life partner
Where I have to learn to be alone.
Past grief taught me that, without death.

My grief can be angry-
Not because I hated or disliked him.
Grief brought anger towards his living time,
He was easy to chase and hard to catch!

My grief can be understanding.
Not because I forget, I feel rememberings’ of happy times.
Grief brings no clocks or timings.
Not because ‘it takes as long as it takes.’
Grief is always there, as it softens.

My grief brings me knowing-
His life well- lived: His heart well -loved.
My Dad.