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poem for a friend needed

  • 21-07-2004 1:33pm
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    a friend of mine has just recently lost her mother in a car crash.
    she just seems so empty since it happened and understandably so. I'm not big in understanding poetry and sometimes the big words with deep meanings confuse me.I would however like to give her a poem that might help her deal with what has happened. But as i said a nice simlply worded one be best, have any of you any poems to offer.

    thanks

    lisa.c


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  • Hosted Moderators Posts: 5,945 ✭✭✭BEAT


    it doesnt really mean much if you give her a poem from someone else, I bet if you try you can come up with something meanigful, afterall you are the one that knows them.
    Writing down your feelings is all you need to do and take it from there...post up some ideas and maybe we can help you mold them, its rather impersonal to give words from someone who doesnt know them so give it a try I bet you will surprise yourself. ;)


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 2,972 ✭✭✭SheroN


    In Memory Of My Mother
    Patrick Kavanagh

    I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
    Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
    You walking down a lane among the poplars
    On your way to the station, or happily

    Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday--
    You meet me and you say:
    'Don't forget to see about the cattle--'
    Among your earthiest words the angels stray.

    And I think of you walking along a headland
    Of green oats in June,
    So full of repose, so rich with life--
    And I see us meeting at the end of a town

    On a fair day by accident, after
    The bargains are all made and we can walk
    Together through the shops and stalls and markets
    Free in the oriental streets of thought.

    O you are not lying in the wet clay,
    For it is harvest evening now and we
    Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
    And you smile up at us -- eternally.


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