The Book In My Voice

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Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.

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The book I read
to her

back in the summer
of then
when she was ten

She now reads
to her own little boy.

“This book
was always your voice.”

“I can only hear it
in your voice.”
”How I clung
to every word
every pause! ”
You were
such a nice man.

You made me like men.
I didn’t ‘til then.

I laugh.

Listen to her read
to her little boy
in my voice.

Dónall Dempsey

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

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Scarlett Treat 04 March 2008

Odd, isn't it, the things that trigger our memories...to read a book aloud to my children and now, my grandchildren...is one of the joys of my life...for they are the same ones read to me, and I can hear my mother's and father's voices still..

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