The bills come in, those reminders,
in their window envelope,
2 tell us, i dwell here too.
Upon the hall floor,
...
I was told, as a young boy,
that the Magnolia is 'The prince
of Shrubs'-on Zion Road,
Rathgar.
...
The church attendance slightly down,
the rugby match has drawn the crowd,
my walk in Herbert Park is done.
The papers need some reading,
...
It has to be the warmest of feelings.
You have been away, and seen exciting scenes,
and eaten foods you never ate before,
and tasted delicacy.
...
Your coffin was carried
slowly through,
the door where, you had stood
many times greeting others.
...
at the darkest, deadest, depressed
nature's hour,
holiness yeasted a light,
a glimmer, slowly seen,
...
Lucent, bright, and high above
our humble passing earthly dwelling,
the moon, large and bright December morning,
sits and presidential stays the hand
...
My father was a Chemist,
and the Apothecary symbol was
a mortar and pestle.
Elements were ground together,
...
I remember a young boy once envious
cried out, on seeing his sisters
birthday card,
'there's only one number on mine'.
...
Like a pilot light it is there
and begins to spread, this steely bright
sparkling startling light, encourage us in nature's winter way.
Never gloom but waiting hope
...