As we went about our separate lives
But shoring up the edifice,
For there was a life still standing,
Fragments from what might have been,
But that she was exhausted.
For the mouths of her babes and sucklings
Had been stopped; and their beating hearts subdued,
And their souls made adult before their time.
So there was then, no uproarious laughter.
No sharing of hopes and fears.
And no excited, whispered, teenage revelations.
Just a life that should have been.
A shimmering translucent beauty
Eclipsed, by a grey and mizzled dawn.
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© Cormac McCloskey
This poem was amended by me on 15th February 2011
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