VIOLETS

VIOLETS

 1

I stare at the house through hedges

And brambles; a thorny reminder
That you won’t always be here.

But I will remember you in violets

There’ll be no light through gaps
Curtains closed in final funeral salute.

Through mossy gaps - I’ll retrace

Your footsteps. I’ll pass each blade of grass
With the stability of stone.

Each shade in the hedge you planted,
Each bush, the gentle wind you love
The moss that covers your wall.

 2

Your fragrance is here,

The softening of time
In a clovered meadow

Your presence is a gift today.
I see you through windows of your home,
Love thickening like hedges.



(Written for my Mother who lives amongst ‘the little hills of Castleblayney’).