Requiem
Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©
Oh, you who loved all living things,
‘Tis not in a clay garden
With marble monuments or beautiful flowers,
I see you now.
Nor in decay of any form,
But alive in a beautiful memory
Of times forever green and lovely.
When the sun engoldened
Your laughing face and hair,
Standing by the kitchen window there,
In a summer, floral printed dress.
Or in winter in the chair in the corner,
Warm with merriment in the peat fire’s glow.
Oh, I see you young and beautiful,
And warm, alive,
And your thoughts and feelings,
And all you were to me,
Will forever be
Mine
In my memory.
END
Tom Ryan “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
VERY NICE TOM