August is a memory month. It starts with my sister and brother-in-law’s wedding
anniversary on 31st July; my Ma’s anniversary on 6th August; my grandson’s birthday on 8th August; our wedding anniversary on 25th and my daughter and her husband’s on 26th. The list
goes on. However, the outstanding date of memory has to be the death of our daughter, Aoife on 1st August 2004, fifteen years ago.
Time has calmed the waters, grandchildren have ameliorated the loss, but healing
and recovery are much less certain. The whole of July builds up to the date and on the day we have a warm remembrance at the bench with a plaque to her memory in Malahide Castle. It includes a champagne picnic. What other way is there? Every year, in a quiet
space during that time, a poem like this emerges. It always does.
So read, enjoy, pass on and send me feedback.
There is a tiny, dark room in my mind
that is hers, her things
Locked tight with a weave of oldness,
as a kind of worn, unworkable bolt.
The rest of me gives it a wide berth,
fearing the effects it might have on me
should any of its contents be let loose,
even after this time, as I think of her.
Captures the daily swirl well Peter. Happy upcoming birthday!
I was there when you returned after your cycle and I must say you hid your exhaustion well. Either that or you are really fitter than you suggest !
Aoife is very often in my thoughts. As are you, Margot, Sorcha and extended family. Your tribute to Aoife is beautiful.
I know exactly what you mean. Thank you for this gem. Love Clíodhna
Really nice Peter
Very beautiful. Thank you, Peter
I love it Peter...so poignant, restrained yet brimming with emotion. X
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.