Bernard Kennedy Poems
- Old Faithful Dog I never thought him dead. Only running in ...
- Buttercup Summer is brought through this lemon zest of ...
- The Walker I met my father, on the hill of the road, at ...
- Gypsy Dance Of Love We danced like gypsies in the heat of ...
- A Birthday Celebration A joy rings out, throughout, family,...
- Mortar And Pestle My father was a Chemist, and the ...
- July Morning Mindfullness The summer morning, it rises to ...
Born Rathfarnham, Dublin, Ireland of Waterford Chemist father and Longford mother
Educated De La Salle College, Churchtown, Dublin.
Holy Cross Seminary, ordained 1979.
Taught Religious Studies in Schools, Sallynoggin, and Balbriggan, Dublin.
Trained as a Freudian Psychoanalyst, Holds M.A. University of Sheffield,2000, and,
M.Sc.School of Psychotherapy, University College... more »
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Old Faithful Dog
I never thought him dead.
Only running in the park,
and sitting stretched by fire,
or with his paw,
pushing the dish,
' more water now'.
And barking, for post,
and visitor, and exits,
from his home domain,
and up the stairs at ten,
and down again at six.
A rhythm of memories
Until his back legs gave,
and the vets scanning eyes
' he has had a good and happy life'.
And my heart sank.
I held him as he passed,
and watched him go,
to another field or park.
This time without a leash.
I can still ...