Mirror Images
We are forever...
Deep within the mirror
I see you captured there
My every line your wisdom
Your laughter, your prayer.
I see what life has given you
What you have given me
And only I can treasure these -
The memories I see.
The words I set upon the page
Are mine, but even yet
I hear my father's voice afar,
"Don't ever, love, forget."
The music to the songs I write
Flows gently as I sway
To every note my mother sang
Before she went away.
I sing to you, to both my loves
In a voice I know is yours
My songs cannot be sung without
Your harmony, your chords.
How small this child in stature
Against the mirror glare
Yet ev’ry breath a history speaks
In cadences we share.
Though time will have its victory
And claim this face I see
I know I’ll always find you here
You’re always home with me.
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
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