Ben Kavanagh Poems

Can I say what comes of the future Emma? Can you tell what inside my mind? The sense of you comes calling whenever I think of who I left behind. The one why kept me rapt on Sligo shore and who did not knock upon my door that gentle woman who creation blessed who got my heart beating in my chest.

The way you greeted me on the street the hand so small and sweet. The woman whose mind gives me a trill and shape does stun me still. That face those feet that mind I left behind the warmth within so loved by this one’s heart and mind.
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Till we meet again do I touch your spirit
and dream of you in the mornings light.
I still remember your face after years
of sadness at your passing. You were
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