by Unknown
Oct 2010 1,064 Views 34 comments
THE LITTLE GIRLS GRAVE
IN PASSING HERE ONE AUTUMN DAY,
YOUR HEADSTONE CAUGHT MY EYE,
A LITTLE GIRL OF 3 YEARS OLD,
METHINKS TOO YOUNG TO DIE.
A PATCH OF CLOVER, FOR YOUR LEGS,
SMALL THISTLES, ADORN YOUR BROW,
AND TANGLED WEEDS, FOR YOUR FINE HAIR,
YOUR ARMS, ARE BRAMBLES NOW.
THE SWIRLING WIND, ABOUT MY HEAD,
DRIED LEAVES, ARE DANCING NOW,
AS IF IN VAIN, TO MAKE YOU SMILE,
BY JINGLING, ROUND, AND ROUND.
HOW SAD FOR YOU, MY LITTLE ONE,
TO LEAVE IT ALL SO SOON,
DID YOU BRING DOLLS, IN INNONCENCE,
TO PLAY WITH IN YOUR TOMB.
YOUR BROKEN HEARTED PARENTS,
TO LOSE YOU, ALL TO SOON,
AND LAY YOU DOWN IN HEARTFELT GRIEF,
IN ANCIENT INISLOON.
BUT I WILL STOP BY HERE AGAIN,
WHEN I AM PASSING SOON,
AND PRAY FOR YOU,THE LITTLE ONE,
IN ANCIENT INISLOON, MY LOVE, IN ANCIENT INISLOON.
BEN999
YOUR HEADSTONE CAUGHT MY EYE,
A LITTLE GIRL OF 3 YEARS OLD,
METHINKS TOO YOUNG TO DIE.
A PATCH OF CLOVER, FOR YOUR LEGS,
SMALL THISTLES, ADORN YOUR BROW,
AND TANGLED WEEDS, FOR YOUR FINE HAIR,
YOUR ARMS, ARE BRAMBLES NOW.
THE SWIRLING WIND, ABOUT MY HEAD,
DRIED LEAVES, ARE DANCING NOW,
AS IF IN VAIN, TO MAKE YOU SMILE,
BY JINGLING, ROUND, AND ROUND.
HOW SAD FOR YOU, MY LITTLE ONE,
TO LEAVE IT ALL SO SOON,
DID YOU BRING DOLLS, IN INNONCENCE,
TO PLAY WITH IN YOUR TOMB.
YOUR BROKEN HEARTED PARENTS,
TO LOSE YOU, ALL TO SOON,
AND LAY YOU DOWN IN HEARTFELT GRIEF,
IN ANCIENT INISLOON.
BUT I WILL STOP BY HERE AGAIN,
WHEN I AM PASSING SOON,
AND PRAY FOR YOU,THE LITTLE ONE,
IN ANCIENT INISLOON, MY LOVE, IN ANCIENT INISLOON.
BEN999
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
CAME ACROSS THIS LITTLE GIRLS GRAVE, WHILE DOING RESEARCH, IN THE ANCIENT GRAVEYARD AT INISLOON, FURTHER RESEARCH THREW UP THE FACT THAT HER MOTHER WENT QUIET INSANE WITH GRIEF AFTERWARDS, THE PROXIMITY OF THE HOUSE OVERLOOKING THE GRAVEYARD IN INISLOON, WAS TOO MUCH FOR HER TO BEAR, THE JAMESON FAMILY, MOVED AWAY TO DUBLIN, SHORTLY AFTERWARDS, IN THE MID 18 HUNDREDS. A QUAINT BUT BEAUTIFUL SPOT IS ANCIENT INISHLOON, AS THE RIVER MISTS SWIRL ABOUT IT, IN GHOST LIKE SHROUD.INISLOON=RIVERSIDE MEADOW.
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Comments (34)
B ~
Via your Spirit and Presence, the parents have felt your embrace of Love, for them and for their little girl.
Ty for sharing your loving ways with those around you,
whether in this realm, or beyond.
You notice, and respond.
I guess I should comment on the gotitall- Ben thing. But I think I will reserve comment untill you have poemed your "split personality or alter ego poem"
You could be a super hero after dark, now my over active imagination is running wild
it says what you felt in your heart...very beautifully put and sad....you also taught me a new word.....
Niah9
TO PLAY WITH IN YOUR TOMB.
Amazing write, and you searched her longing roots, found her person..
Such a loss to lose a child.
Captured, my friend, in your write..as Gashly says,to put flower beside her.... also put daisies on her resting place for me, if you have time please link them together.
My silent heart, will be there for her. I smile.
SS
xx
Good writing, Ben !