A Handkerchief Poem by Francie Lynch

A Handkerchief



When I was young
We left our Granny
Back in County Cavan.
She surely thought
We'd meet no more
On this side of heaven.
I was but a boy of three,
One of some eleven;
For many years
She wrote to me,
From three to twenty-seven.
Inside that air-mail envelope,
She told how much she missed us;
Enclosed an embroidered handkerchief,
Stitched with my missing kisses.

Monday, October 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: heaven,immigrant,immigration,ireland,love,love and loss,boy,death,grandmother,grandson
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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