My old friend John Murphy who went to his reward way ahead of time last year, shared this Brendan Kennelly poem with me a good 15 years ago or more and it has stayed in my head ever since. Its sentiment is all too poignant today. My Dad passed peacefully last evening, surrounded by the people he loved most in this world. We had music, laughter and tears, and no doubt well have a lot more of all three in the coming few days. Rest in Peace, Dad, I will love and miss you always. xx I see you dancing, Father by Brendan Kennelly. No sooner downstairs, after the night’s rest And in the door, than you started to dance a step, In the middle of the kitchen floor. And as you danced, you whistled, you made your own music, always in tune with yourself. Well, nearly always, anyway. You’re buried now in Lislaughtin Abbey. And whenever I think of you, I go back beyond the old man, Mind and body broken, to find the unbroken man. It is the moment before the dance begins, Your lips are enjoying themselves, whistling an air, Whatever happens or cannot happen, In the time I have to spare, I see you dancing, father.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 09:10:54 +0000
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