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In Memory Of My Mother
(1904 - 1967 / County Monaghan)

In Memory Of My Mother

Poem By Patrick Kavanagh

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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such a lovely great remembrance poem penned.........great 10++
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
heartbreaking....loved it....
Heartbreaking. Surreal because so real.
Well articulated and nicely brought forth from inner recesses of the heart. A beautiful creation, very heartfelt.


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