A very touching new poem from friend of the blog, Molly Rosenberg.
A deep gnawing in my heart
An urgency pressing into my thoughts
A deep desire to return to the land and people
From whence my blood has sprung.
A short air space away.
Maybe a journey through
Glassy green waves as
In the old days.
I crave the sound of those dear voices
Long to laugh with them and hear
The stories that only they can tell
And I can hear again and again.
I need to go before it is too late
Before the shadows are all that are left
The memories of sandy days,
The cows down the back lane
The chickens by the gate.
The smell of gorse and salt.
Blackberry and apple
Soda bread and breac
Just memories that I
Can almost taste.
But it is the people
That I am missing
The need to be with
Them grows stronger
As the days and years pass.