Poetry Day 4 – Journey


[National Botanic Gardens, Glasnevin, Dublin, 2015]

On Sunday afternoons
after your ten were fed
and the leftovers divided,
rationed and packed
we took two buses to Granny
and Gran-das.
Like Little Red Riding Hood
on a picnic jaunt.
Mother and daughter.
You and me.
Rare alone times,
sharing the caretaking together.

While I unpacked and heated up the dinner,
You loaded coal bucket, fridge
and stacked re-laundered nightgowns
and bedding.
Resettling your mother-in-law.
Until then, I hadn’t known of
adult nappies or Sudocrem for the aged.

Nor did I know I’d treasure those moments
we cleaned body and bed.
Combed my granny’s hair,
reached hand to hand to lay her down.
Her grasp of your wrist,
her soft whisper
as you tucked her in snug.
Three generations of women
at ease with each other.


About lineatatime

Dublin born and raised, Mari returned to Ireland with her husband and daughter in 2008, after living in the USA since the early ’80s. A former journalist, ombudsman and newsroom administrator she now lives in Mayo. Following the death of her mother by elder abuse in 2010, she often writes about the failures of Irish systems in protecting her mother and also herself as a victim of crimes in her mother’s estate. She writes frequently about oppression, elder abuse and domestic violence– in the forms of poetry, fiction and non fiction in the hopes it will help shine the light on Ireland’s shame.
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