for Eoin
Grey morning garden.
I carry you, sleeping,
Among a congregation of weeds;
Dandelion in wet grass,
The white of new daisies,
Dock leaves and nettles,
Briers that promise dark fruits.
Blackbird, starling, house martin;
Their mad hymn moves beyond the beat of a woodpigeon,
And the breath that carries them breathes on us.
At the door to our house I take one hand from under you,
And as I reach to turn the handle
Three raindrops fall on your face,
Cold as light.
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This is beautiful, Shirley
Many thanks, Gerry!
Big Congratulations on the birth of Eoin!! Love from all the Bradleys
Cheers! 🙂
How lovely Shirley shed a little tear on reading this xx
Awwww! Thank you! 😀
Shirley, lovely poem! Date: Sat, 31 May 2014 15:12:57 +0000 To: c.b.mcclelland@hotmail.com
Thanks Ciara! x