Dónall Dempsey Poems

Lost in the fog
of my great expectations

I sit
...

You pick up toys
here & there

& a piece of poo
...

I cradle your head

comfort your crying
...

She asks me
what it was like

When dinosaurs
...

She gathers
the world

into her
...

She attacks the page
with all the fervour & ferocity

of learning to write:
...

Born under the stars
of the late 19th Century

she gasped in awe
...

Here, your daughter
grown beautiful

to be
...

Snow in NYC
falls upon my upturned eyes

as I gaze into its skies
...

Before we knew
anything at all about sex

we knew
...