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Kieran

 

Our lovely son
One minute you were here
And then you were gone.
We tried all we could to help you stay
But you just faded away.

And your mother she did all she could,
And me, along in tow; but nothing could we do:
But face the fact of desolation row.

For decades we have lived with this
And tried the best we can,
But Kieran’s very absence
Has left me as I am.

 

◄ Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985

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John Marks

Tue 17th Nov 2015 17:11

Thank you Graham. Yes, your intuition was correct: 26th anniversary of his death in December.

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 15th Nov 2015 23:20

Many on WOL often make the mistake of assuming poems are autobiographical when they are not. This however does sound so. If so it is a brave effort John. The essence of futility is accurately portrayed here.

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