The Drowning Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Raven haired
With a dark
Complexion,
Small for her age,
A bit tom- boyish
But well liked.

With two friends
She left for
The woods
After tea time,
It being July-
A hot summer.

Later upon leaving
The cinema
With some friends
I sensed something
Was wrong as I
Approached home.

At the fluke hole
Apparently she had
Lost her footing,
Fell in, and although
A swimmer the depth
Took her.

Fourteen years before
From the waters of a
Womb she swam forth
Birth crying into the arms
Of love....