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Friday, January 3, 2003

In Memory Of My Mother

Rating: 3.3
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.
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COMMENTS
Sullzy 14 December 2020
Why is This so sad I hate sad things ????
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joey bryne 09 December 2020
i love poerty like love my mammy
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emma sheehan 09 December 2020
i took this poem to a different level i loved it unreal like
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kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk 09 December 2020
maginificent rip too the rip to the base baldys out of his face yup ouvit son
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emma s 09 December 2020
really touched a different place for me.....
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Paddy o leary 07 December 2020
A beautiful poem better understood by country farming people who can see his world in their minds eye
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Bxi Bxi 23 September 2020
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Adeeb Alfateh 02 March 2020
such a lovely great remembrance poem penned.........great 10++
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Dr Antony Theodore 29 January 2020
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.. In sweet remembrance of the loving mother..lovely poem. tony
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Dana Ghaffari 27 January 2020
heartbreaking....loved it....
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