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Okay, I've been quiet of late and I apologize for that.  This is one of the reasons my time for communication has been so limited.  Echoes of a Woman's Soul is a collection of 185 poems I've written over the last year or two.  For those of you who might be interested in purchasing a copy of this book, I am sending a link that can be used for immediate purchases.  Thank all of you for your love, support, and encouragement over the years.  It is much appreciated.  &nb... Read More

  Oiche Shamhna   Young voices I hear now from down in the street,
And the pitter and patter of many small feet. The night is so still, bright stars light the night sky,
As across the moon’s face on Matilda I fly.   The doors of Old Vickie were left open wide
Bambrack and drink, are set to one side.
On the stoop sits a flickering lantern of neep,
Throughout all the long night, a vigil to keep.   As near to the house of the witch, children roam The lights may... Read More

Alone With My Thoughts   Sitting all alone, On the quilt we shared, Thinking of the magic, We created when we cared.   Not worried about the time, No plans to go anywhere, Can't think past the moment, Can't move from this chair.   Sitting all alone, Missing your sweet voice, Longing for your tenderness, God, I wish I had a choice.   I wouldn't be here this way, I wouldn't feel so all alone, I keep wishing you were here, Wishing you could phone.   Sitting all alone, Letti... Read More

  All Hallow’s Even   In the dark of the night, ‘neath the full of the moon, Events are unfolding, and will begin soon.
As wisps of Oiche Shamhna fog begin rising
Wee forms venture out to begin on their guising.   The memories of Samhain were brought to this shore By ancestors forced out in An Gorta Mor.
The depth of the hunger had caused them to roam,
 Bringing with them, old customs and rituals from home.   ‘Tis the night when the threshold twixt worl... Read More

Not Alone Anymore   She pulled back the gingham checked curtains While sipping her afternoon treat A hot cup of chamomile tea in her hand As she looked down both sides of the street   Just another blue Monday for Mazie Been so long since she'd had someone near Her husband was gone and the kids were too busy To visit and bring her some cheer   If only someone would stop for an hour It would keep her from being so lonely But all that she had was her tea by t... Read More

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