Inspired by a recent visit to a family grave.
Two for joy,
I forget the magpie rhyme
My mother taught me.
Father is just below me,
Taken when I was eleven,
My Nin, too, one year later,
One for sorrow,
Two for sorrow;
And there is another here,
Unmarked but never forgotten,
My first born, taken when she was
But two weeks' old;
Three for a girl,
No, no, no,
One for sorrow,
Two for sorrow,
Three for sorrow.
Chris Fernie, 2016
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Epitaph
One for sorrow,Two for joy,
I forget the magpie rhyme
My mother taught me.
Father is just below me,
Taken when I was eleven,
My Nin, too, one year later,
One for sorrow,
Two for sorrow;
And there is another here,
Unmarked but never forgotten,
My first born, taken when she was
But two weeks' old;
Three for a girl,
No, no, no,
One for sorrow,
Two for sorrow,
Three for sorrow.
Chris Fernie, 2016
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
Read 925 times
Written on 2016-05-15 at 20:32
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