Another Old Poem
One evening in winter we walked in the snow
It seemed so romantic, but wouldn't you know,
The next day I found her confined to her bed,
With rheumatic fever and cold in the head.
A fortnight she lay on the threshold of death
Her body ablaze in the battle for breath,
And though she recovered for me it was worse
For once she was well she ran off with her nurse.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 1st May 2025 09:24
There she was, gone!
😕