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Apr 2023
GATHERING MOONLIGHT

obscured by clouds
a hidden Orion
listens to your crying

in a well kept garden
a constellation
of flowers

tenderly tended
by your hand
listens to the rain

teaching them
how to grow
row after row

the flowers
cannot begin
to know

of how your
human grief
tries to lose itself

in each of their faces
seeing again
your dead daughter

smile
upon your tears
your hands

mechanically
gathering moonlight
that isn't there

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After my young sister was killed when a drunk driver crashed into a parked bus my mother entered into an underworld of grief where we would find here at four o'clock in the morning gardening and crying to herself and plucking at the light.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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