The Sunday Posts 2012



When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water,
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each others work would bring us to our senses.

So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives -
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

Clearances
(in memoriam M.K.H, 1911-1984)
By Seamus Heaney

Comments

sweet and pensive.
The antireligious bit helps as well.
dbs said…
Breaks my heart a bit.
Alistair said…
Glad you liked it gents......

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