SITTING BESIDE MY GRANDFATHER ON HIS DEATHBED
I sat beside my grandfather
On his deathbed
His mind wild
Hands lose
Stitching a bag
Yoking the horse and cart
Going to the bog
Calling the neighbours
Giving a day at the hay
On the football field
Calling for a pass
Stillness followed
A long silence
Then a conversation
With my grandmother
Who passed years before
Of routine matters
Urgent now
