(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Perspective(For Helen)

From this perspective
my uncle appears so

small

as if Death had place him
at the wrong

end of a telescope

but I am not
taken in by this

illusion

see him in my mind's
eye

drawn from
memory

like an over-spilling bucket
winched from a well

bursting at the seams
with life

towering over

Death
looking pale & insignificant.

I held in the big strength
of his tenderness

the sun
his smiling

the weather
his laughter

the wind
his stories

ruffling my hair
with his breath.

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Comments (3)

wonderful....................... Ruthie
I so enjoy your uncle poems, Dónall! xxx Jan
I just have watched this and a few others new on Youtube :) , an elegant performance from this perspective :) http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=jBElRB8iGlA&feature=channel