A Thought for Mother’s Day
In Memory Of My Mother
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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I am a 40 something book buying addict trying to reduce the backlog one book at a time!
I hadn’t come across this poem before, its really beautiful. Thanks for sharing it.
I read it at my Mum’s funeral 5 years ago. It’s been a tough old day…
I’m so sorry you’ve had a tough day. I hope you’re being kind to yourself today. The poem is a lovely tribute.
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful. It must be hard. Be kind to yourself!
Thank you Naomi x
belated happy mother’s day to you
Thank you 🙂
That’s a lovely poem! Thank you for sharing. I’ve never read it before. It makes me want to hug my mother now.