Poem By Dónall Dempsey
stays perfectly still
until the hand reaches for it
and then comes alive
in the little girl's mind
chatting and talking non-stop
until an adult comes into the room
and a voice smiles: 'Come Marie...tea! '
Forgotten on the floor
she waits expectantly for that little hand
to take her into her mind
and for the world to come alive again.
Now....all is still.
Only the clock talks to itself.