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Regret 1 - Grandmother

That I didn’t study harder
That I didn’t learn to swim
That I didn’t show how much I loved her
 Give her comfort when she was ill
Grandmother sitting on her velvet cushion
Marquisite brooch her bow to fashion
Black-draping widows weeds her dress
Jingling coins that she would confess
Were to be  placed on “The Great McMurragh”
At the afternoon race at the Curragh

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Daver Austin

January 6, 2012 at 3:30 PM

I take it granny played the horses? Lots of humor here which I may not have understood. Congrats on the selection. daver

Carol Sunshine Brown

January 6, 2012 at 7:39 AM

Congratulations on your well deserved featured poem this week Liz. Love, Carol

Eiken Laan

January 7, 2011 at 7:09 AM

Liz, This is a beautiful write, I could cry. I miss my grandmothers so much, they were such a huge influence in my life but are long since dead. I love the velvet cushions and marquisite brooch - that was one of my grans too. I wrote about life on the Blasket Islands, I might post it now that I know there are more Irish here. It is just a nostalgic piece but would compliment my New Ireland with an Old Ireland.