Whomever these small words might touch
Whose eyes find their intent
May know the story of their birth
Their hue, their curve, their scent.
Will not read here with eyes alone.
For eyes alone won’t see
How full, how true this love for you
For you have made me ‘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.
By Marie McGrathExclusive • 11 months ago
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It's a celebration of how love shapes and defines us, bringing out our true selves. Simply lovely
This is truly a beautiful poem-- so full of depth that can transfer across so many levels! thanks for writing uch a lovely piece.
This is so beautiful! The way you capture love’s depth and its ability to shape us is really moving. Great piece!
A heartfelt ode to love’s transformative power. Beautifully woven words that show how love shapes and defines us—simple, yet profound!