In Memory Of My Mother Poem by Patrick Kavanagh

In Memory Of My Mother

Rating: 3.4

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily

Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.

And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town

On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.

O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is a harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us - eternally.

Andrew Hoellering 08 February 2009

If you enjoyed this poem, I think that you will also love George Barker's poem 'Sonnet to My Mother' which concludes with the amazing lines: And so I send o all my faith and all my love to tell her That she will move from mourning into morning. The sonnet is available on line, thanks to google.

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Dermot O''malley 13 June 2013

Such an amazing poem. So full of emotion. I almost miss his mother myself.

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Yolandey Share 29 September 2016

Nice poem reminds me of my dad its a nice way to see them

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Melissa Patty 23 August 2015

Absolutely beautiful, your mum must be so proud of you, I know what you are going through I lost my mum too, not only did i lose my mum but I lost the most incredible women in my life. Even though she is gone she remains in my heart forever. I'm sure your mum is shining bright in the sky, God Bless you

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Reei Tioti 17 September 2007

I love your poem..It reminds me of my loving mum who passed away sometimes in March 2004...thanks for the wonderful poem

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 06 February 2022

A great remembrance. Very touching.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 10 November 2021

Most beautiful poem about the poet's late mother.And so full of mealncholy.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 10 November 2021

One of Ireland's most controversial and colorful literary figures, said his biographical notes. This poem in memory to his mother, how very sad, as all children, the poet did not wish her death, he preferred her walking in the town, he dislike her lying under the clay.5 Stars full.

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Sullzy 14 December 2020

Why is This so sad I hate sad things 😭😭

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