Thursday, May 17, 2007

For Hamish

Here's a poem my friend Dave wrote for Hamish. (It is the role of the poet to say the things we cannot say ourselves, but need and want to say.)


When I tut-tutted your mischiefs,
I told you I missed you.
When you bothered your sister,
And I complained,
I told you I missed you.
When I laughed at your crooked affection,
I told you I missed you.
When I told you and told you and told you,
Those times too,
I told you I missed you.
Now you have gone,
And yet you have never been so present,
And I tell you,
I love you.

Poem by Dave Murphy, www.myspace.com/irelandpoet.

1 comment:

deeshedee said...

This poem is truly beautiful.