Sean Maguire with a poem from a published collection of his work.
You took me to the spot, where your
dad was shot.
You placed a red rose on a smooth
wooden cross,
bearing his name.
You wept, wildly. Collapsing, like
rubble in my arms.
It was a terrible shock, to see your body
rock to and fro.
I did not know, how to relate to this
tragic fate.
Twenty years, had elapsed since he was taken,
without a fight in the dead of night.
The sadness, will never leave; whilst you are
fit to breathe.
➽Seán Maguire has been writing poetry, song lyrics, short stories and non-fiction for over thirty years and has had a considerable amount of his work published in magazines, newspapers, anthologies and online blogs. The above poem is taken from his collection For Those Left Behind.
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