The space left by you
And so the small leaves come fluttering down
to quietly cover the place where you lie now.
Your disappearance expected for so long,
all the same has caught us by surprise.
Thoughts now occur of the absences
of our talks, of your tottering walks,
your love of a joke, the ease of your smile,
your anger too for a government – so cruel
of its rough trod way of breaking poor people,
of trying to destroy, a small community –
that birthed you, succoured you, raised you,
and the close knit family from which you grew.
And this place left you the memories of its people
until it was time for you, in your way, to leave too.
And so the small leaves come fluttering down
to quietly cover the place where you lie now.
Peter Lenaghan 2nd August 1938 to 20th September 2019
And so another adventure begins….
©robcullenSeptember2019
