Jesus To A Child
Home alone in the tranquility of Ceannt Avenue on a cold, early January morning. Spotify spontaneously throws up George Michael singing Jesus to a Child, a song that Maura loved. It’s immediately followed by Françoise Hardy with whom Maura is associated in our family. It's all about Maura. And going through an old diary from 20 years ago I came on this poem (below) that I wrote in stages following her death. Divine Providence brings all these things to my attention right now for some reason. Perhaps one person who needs it will stumble upon this post. And though the thought of her still brings tears of love to my eyes, I bear no sorrow for myself but pray for anyone struggling long with grief. i Some people are great At telling you how To grieve Or not Not this long anyway Only the Swan Of the damaged wing And attentive eye Would ever allow this Length of time These years But she allows it This ageing grief That will not Let go completely ...