Pretty Primroses
Such delicate flowers, perfectly perfumed.
Yet brave enough to stick the sting in the air.
You take me back to the 'high fields' of my childhood, away from County Kildare.
As a child, I would pull the short stems to make a fistful,
Then smell the little bouquet in my hand.
Breathing in the pure, fresh, delicate scent.
That wafted from the petals and the land.
And off I'd run, back down the boreen,
To place my primroses on the May altar my father had made.
Those precious primroses, ever so gentle,
Abundant in the hedges in Kildare.
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