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Jan 2012
The bachelor and the spinster
stood together, hand in hand,
before the Priest who’d wed them
in the chapel Kilmainham.

With two prison guards as witnesses
there in Kilmainham gaol,
Joseph Plunkett and Grace Clifford
wed at midnight goes the tale.

At dawn a firing squad awaited
her brave bold ****** man.
She’d remember their one, stolen, kiss
and the ring placed on her hand.

Her Joseph chose a dark way home
when he tweaked the lion’s tail.
In martyrdom he found a way
to rouse the sons of Gael.

Some marriages last many years,
some, a shorter time-
but a love that lasts a lifetime
is truly hard to find.

Joseph, knowing what he was to lose
His love and fate embraced.
He died when bullets pierced his heart
while in a state of grace.
Joseph Plunkett, a signer of the Proclamation of the Irish republic and participant in the Easter Rising of 1916 wed his fiancee, Grace Clifford on the night of 05/03/16, scant hours before his dawn execution. Grace never remarried and she was an active participant in the battle for Irish independence. Grace rejoined her love in 1955.
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
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