Short Hosannas Poems

Sweeter as the days fly by
The thoughts of going home
That heavenly choir beckons me
To join and sing the praises
Let loud hosannas roll...

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After Burying a Wife


Were she here with me now, 
by the waist I would raise her, 
a chalice of wonder.

I’d bellow hosannas 
and whirl her around,
tell her again that I love her, 

press my face moist
in the pleats of her skirt,
ask her to sprinkle

phlox on the curls
of our children 
if they are with her,

ask her to stay a while longer
while I do so much more
were she here with me now.


Donal Mahoney...

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