Jul. 29, 2017

I do not have enough memories to guard me.

Her image hits me a terrific blow
that shocks me four years on,
the force of her absent presence.

Her spirit when she schooled in Donegal,
the closeness of our walks along Portmarnock,
ferocious at eight, bags packed, leaving home.

The intensity of how are you Dad,
the after glow of hello-goodbye hugs