Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson Poems

Piles of books on the floor.
Darkened curtains hanging on the rails.
Cups of half-drunken tea to be seen.
Drops of water dripping into the pails.
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If I could turn back the clock
and revisit that day.
Things would be different.
I would know the right words to say.
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A simple flower is all I want.
Not bouquets of roses or jewels.
A simple tulip or daffodil
Or one of the violets at the foot of the mill.
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Uncage your heart
and let me see,
the secrets you hold within.
Give me the key,
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Look into my eyes
and tell me that you care.
Look into my eyes and tell me
that you will be there.
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Thunder and Lightning
was frightening when we were small.
Now we are older and a little bolder.
It does not seem to matter at all.
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She said her favourite colour was skyblue,
that was before you.
That was after a time of trauma,
And when everything was new.
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Here I am,
the three faces of the Moon.
Clearing the ancestral trauma,
amongst the ruins.
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Over Dublin's Rooftops,
I see St Michan's Church,
and the Liffey to its right.
I see the tower of Irish Whiskey
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Wild horses and red poppies in a field
across the way.
Thats how I remember that rainy day.
The day you left and everything was in disarray.
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