Never So Alone As Here (in memory of my mother)
A night
scattered with stars
each star
so clear
in its perfect
isolation
you feel as if you are
about to pluck it
from its position
examine it
put it
exactly back
watch as time & the world
come apart
(watch as neither match)
each minute
like a bead of prayer
fumbled through fingers
in its litany of despair
a rosary of
hopelessness
the back of her hand
resting in the palm of mine
stupidly the thought
crossing my mind
“She made
this hand...”
And now she searches
for her dying
sees it reflected
in our faces
our grief
her mirror
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poem by Dónall Dempsey
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