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(1904 - 1967 / County Monaghan)

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
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  • Hoover Pig (2/25/2014 1:21:00 PM)

    Having grown up in the very market town of which he writes, this poem seems to hold me in an intense melancholic spell. I too see my mother walking there through summer stalls talking of the day to day banalities. But to the poets mind these are not banalities, they are jewel encrusted stepping stones to the inevitable terminus of the grave.

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  • Hoover Pig (2/25/2014 1:20:00 PM)

    Having grown up in the market town of which he writes, this poem holds me in an intense melancholic spell. I too see my mother walking there through summer stalls, while the cattle sales brought the street to a stand still, while she spoke of the day to day banalities. But to the poet's mind these are not banalities, they are the jewel encrusted stepping stones to the inevitable terminus of the grave.

  • Dermot O''malley (6/13/2013 5:05:00 AM)

    Such an amazing poem. So full of emotion. I almost miss his mother myself.

  • Andrew Hoellering (2/8/2009 4:14:00 AM)

    If you enjoyed this poem, I think that you will also love George Barker's poem 'Sonnet to My Mother' which concludes with the amazing lines:

    And so I send o all my faith and all my love to tell her
    That she will move from mourning into morning.

    The sonnet is available on line, thanks to google.

  • Mencita Monoï Angel Carmen (5/8/2008 4:43:00 AM)

    this poeme is worth a mother.... lovely and loving

  • Reei Tioti (9/17/2007 5:01:00 AM)

    I love your poem..It reminds me of my loving mum who passed away sometimes in March 2004...thanks for the wonderful poem

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