Of Ever... (For Scarlett) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

My grand child.

“Sure yer a grand child
altogether! ”

I tell her.

She laughs...begs me again & again
to tell her.

“What am I...what am I? ”

I tell her
as she cuddles
against my breast falls asleep.

The other asleep
Already across my lap.

The dog asleep
at my feet.

upon my feet.

The house too
falls asleep

in the summer
heat.

I the only one
awake

my body
a bed

for sleeping
children

or even dozing dogs.

Once again
the perfect Mom

even at my age.

Smiling to myself
and thinking of

kissing Fred
when he was my dreamboat

& neither one
of us

could ever conceive
of ever

growing

old.