The lonely child awaits a better day
He looks for friends, the foes too blind to stay.
The scars he bears know not to speak of woe
Should love intrude, he wills it not to go.
You may still find him, patience is his friend
His broken heart can dare, can try, can mend.
This child has waited hoping soon to find
The one who carves for him a treasured Valentine,
Another child whose world speaks just of joy
Will recognize the sadness in the boy
And take his hand, and help him now to learn
The joy of friendship that his tears have earned.
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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.
By Marie McGrathExclusive • 11 months ago
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You have touched yet a challenging concept of the love of friendship.. a very sweet and tender portrayal of two individuals who connect in mysterious ways to heal the other while each meets their own needs. congratulations of this lovely poem.