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Eugene O\'Connell
Seeing the Light
Seeing the Light
Seeing the Light
After she draws the pension on FridayI drive my mother to the graveyard,
She walks among the dead and prays
While I read the newspaper in the car.
I envy how near she is to them, how
Soon she will join the dear departed.
I was in love like that once, consumed
By the idea of ‘love’ until I realised that
It’s not all that people make it out to be.
I envy your faith Mama, your prayer book
Bulging with photographs of the missing,
Your trust in that ghostly other-world
More real to you than the one
You see every day with your eyes.
© 2009, Eugene O\'Connell
From: Diviner
Publisher: Three Spires Press, Cork
From: Diviner
Publisher: Three Spires Press, Cork
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Seeing the Light
After she draws the pension on FridayI drive my mother to the graveyard,
She walks among the dead and prays
While I read the newspaper in the car.
I envy how near she is to them, how
Soon she will join the dear departed.
I was in love like that once, consumed
By the idea of ‘love’ until I realised that
It’s not all that people make it out to be.
I envy your faith Mama, your prayer book
Bulging with photographs of the missing,
Your trust in that ghostly other-world
More real to you than the one
You see every day with your eyes.
From: Diviner
Seeing the Light
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