my morning poem,,,

Seamus Heaney poem chosen as Ireland's best-loved,
and a worthy winner too,
a poem that tells of a memory from his youth,
i am sure we can all lay claim to moments like this, and we all have our own memories,
only it is sometimes too late to realise, what we had ,
always we wish to claim back the years,
seamus put it quite well in the words written, and forever encased in books for future generations to , take a step back to a time of simplicity.

This poem is taken from Clearences, a sonnet sequence which he published in 1987 on his mother’s death.

When all the others were away at Mass

In Memoriam M.K.H., 1911-1984

When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other’s work would bring us to our senses.
So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives –
Never closer the whole rest of our lives