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Vona Groarke
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My mother has gone and bought herself a piglet
because none of us comes to visit anymore.
George has good manners and is clean in his ways:
he is courtly, thoughtful, easy to amuse.
He goes to Mass with her, and sits sweetly
while she trots up to receive. He doesn’t stray.
She has made a cot for him in the kitchen
where he turns in on our old clothes cut to size.
One Sunday I call on the way to somewhere else.
She props him up beside me in the high chair
and he fixes me with those dreary dark blue eyes.
When I tell him I’m glad he’s there when I can’t be,
he answers ‘thank you’ in a voice too like my own,
then bids me sit and make myself at home.
© 2002, Vona Groarke
From: Flight
Publisher: The Gallery Press, Oldcastle
From: Flight
Publisher: The Gallery Press, Oldcastle
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My mother has gone and bought herself a piglet
because none of us comes to visit anymore.
George has good manners and is clean in his ways:
he is courtly, thoughtful, easy to amuse.
He goes to Mass with her, and sits sweetly
while she trots up to receive. He doesn’t stray.
She has made a cot for him in the kitchen
where he turns in on our old clothes cut to size.
One Sunday I call on the way to somewhere else.
She props him up beside me in the high chair
and he fixes me with those dreary dark blue eyes.
When I tell him I’m glad he’s there when I can’t be,
he answers ‘thank you’ in a voice too like my own,
then bids me sit and make myself at home.
From: Flight
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