Claudia Bierschenk
Photo: griffithjune49
(Co. Clare, 1997)
your chatter carried echoes of an ancient tongue
with every cup of tea we sipped away the hours
spotting clouds draw in from the hills
ready to run out and bring the washing in at any moment
you loved to watch sheets flutter like wings on the clothesline
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