That sweet weekly agony:

Something NEW from me.On the eve of my trip to Ireland, an "hommage" I was destined to write according to Alan Casline. It came to me as they say "In The Night."

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That sweet weekly agony:

Where are you now
Sister Mary Margaret
with your Muskerry lilt
and your sea green eyes?

Is it the retirement home
or had you left the order
an birthed your own so?

Are you sadly gone
contentedly now only
asleep in the Lord?

Do you know
I still remember
the scented spice
of your hand?
You laughed
calling it: "Eau
de Ho-lee."

Do you know
I still remember
those Saturday
mornings
learning rhymes?

When my brother
stayed home
to watch Mighty Mouse
Tom & Jerry
Heckle and Jeckle
and I shucked off to you?

This scared
frustrated kid
you taught to read
with rhyme
came to love you
looking forward
eventually not only to you
but the poetry as well
the two forever
intwined.

This endless rhymist
you set spinning off
through life
a tool kit of words
finely grasped
only basically
within these hands then.

Where ever
you are now
Sister Mary Margaret
Thank-you
for the gift of my lifetime!

It took all these years
to recognize
the mustard seed
and it's sower.

The soil was good
crop successful.

"Amen to that now,
Amen and Amen."



© Mark W. Ó Brien
21/July/14