She hadn't been back home
Not since the world war's end
She didn't know what she would find
What lay beyond the bend
She had run from here in fear
In sheer fear for her life
Left her family, home and kindred
Escaping in the night
God had her bound for England
To wed a lover there.
Now years later they'd come back
As for her origins he cared
So, here they were manoeuvring
Along this winding track
When suddenly she cried out, stop
Please stop and go right back
With joy, she scrambled from the car
And bounded through the trees
He followed close behind
And found her on her knees
Her hands were cradling roses
Roses fragrant, sweet
Her lips were whispering, roses-
Petals falling at her feet
Oh darling, she murmured softly
The roses are still here
The roses of my childhood
Memories so dear
I would pick them in the summer
And take them in for Ma
For her to make rose petal jam
Oh, the cottage can't be far
But, if it's gone, we will come back
To where my heart once sang
Here, safe among God's roses
We picked for Mama's jam
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Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ŠAugust 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
'Twas a touch of fragrant roses,
kept in a pretty jar
So we could savour summer
Made by our dearest Ma
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