Martina Moriarty (15/04/1964 / Kerry)
Not Of This World
The road of silence is a dark and lonely path, known
as the reflection of your shadow...a sacrifice of an image!
I held your-hand-as-tight-as-a-heart-beat...
So afraid to look back to the connection of your vision buried so deep...neath unfamiliar snow.
A flicker of light into the waiting room? of your passing
is an angels birthday I light a candle for each year.
Saved before she entered the world by a golden voice!
only to be taken without warning, when she was able to smile and see?
I bless the day that she was born...unlucky they say for some
but an honor for me
a sweet souvenir engraved in my heart cradled without superstition
her name shines from the martyred rock of my origin-crest-history
Surrounded by the land of the living
A welcome note for me.
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