LITERATURE: The Good Night Kiss

Written by Johanna O'Mahony

The Good Night Kiss 

The old man sits on the big leather armchair

Sunken small shrivelled

No longer unaided can function

Angst and fear shine in his eyes

The colossus that worked from dawn to dusk

Shovelled stone by day

Piked hay by the evening light

No longer strong in body

But strong in mind

Humour always his ally and love always his strength

I see the younger man

Sitting on the sugan chair

Waiting on the goodnight kiss

Arms wrapped tight around his neck

Grandchildren now play at his feet

A reminder of times gone before

They await his kiss goodnight

Not knowing there will be no more

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