You’ll Never Walk Alone

April 25, 2019

 

The grandmother ever at my shoulder
What harm another little nub of butter?
A pinch of sage would lift the whole thing

Navigating the gaps as nimbly now as she did
In her dimly-lit kitchen with its three trip-up steps to sprinkle and stir
Her jealous Jack Russell and I always lapping at her feet

My grandfather appearing out of thin air, his fine white hair backlit
A smear of engine grease across his forehead
Cutting through the seasoned haze with its air of industry

My mother and her Irish twin hovering together
Inseparable after birth, throughout their lives
Between death and life, and forever after

Their baby sister borne between them
Whose tiny feet never touched the ground
For as long as they both had lived

In every sunset, a swell of light to lift
You away out of the falling day
And carry you through the dark

These ghosts I wear
Who bear
Me up

 

 

Anne Casey

Originally from the west of Ireland, Anne Casey is a writer living in Sydney, Australia. Over a 25-year award-winning career, Anne has worked as a business journalist, feature writer and magazine editor; corporate and government communications director; and legal author and editor.

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