Her Last Night Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Her Last Night



It was her
last night

as her self.

Death had taken on
that burden

laid her gently to sleep
as if she were his child

or a broken doll
put back upon a shelf.

Somehow her reality
had escaped us

now only
a story

told for ever after

our crying trying
to touch again or be touched by

what we
remember most of her

her love
her laughter.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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