One More To Begin

A year ago, I held your hand tight.
I stroked it most of that final night.
I talked of memories, with no reply.
The long night of my final 'Goodbye'

I said loving words to take with you.
Deep inside, I ached right through.
For that extra strength, I had to prey.
The night I ran out of prayers to say.

Today I leave flowers for you to see.
And a packet of buttons...glutton free!
I fight the tears, but the tears they win.
A year of grief over, one more to begin.


(for my Mum who passed away a year ago today...miss you loads Mum xxx)

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Mon 7th Nov 2022 13:35


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