In Memory Of My Mother I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday -
You meet me and you say:
'Don't forget to see about the cattle - '
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life -
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.
O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is a harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us - eternally.
Patrick Kavanagh
Thanks, bafr1. I had only known of Kavanagh's "Memory of my Father". Love them both. Both so true.
Yipidee1970 2 years ago
strangely enticing well done young lad well done
aldgunencarrothers 3 years ago
You are the very antithesis of me when it comes to reading poetry. Your unbridled expression and spontaneity are qualities that one should aspire to approach.
samuelgodfreygeorge 3 years ago
Very well done!!!
ladydonnamae 3 years ago
lovely sweet poem to mothers and their children. great job reading it as always!:-)
sarahsbackbuddy 3 years ago
The best what I heard here on YT for the mother day. Danke.
hoffmann9471 3 years ago
50000000000*
madmod72 3 years ago
Great job!
williamdouglasb 3 years ago
That is very nice. my dad die last year.
stl2256 3 years ago
very nice friend!!!
AbbottSupreme 3 years ago