Tiny they are
And yet so potent
They touch
Their thin caress elucidates
The worlds that ever were
It heralds those that are to come.
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I am transported beyond time
Beyond beings
And find these tiny fingers
They envelop me in their strength
So tiny these fingers of my child.
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
By Marie McGrathExclusive • 12 months ago
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So wonderfully said. Must be the best feeling.
Eloquently written!!!🩷🩷💕
This is exquisitely beautiful
Wonderful ✍️♦️♦️♦️♦️
Loved it
beautifully written-- I am moved by the images that capture the ineffable.
This is so tender and full of love. The imagery of a child's tiny fingers holding such immense strength is beautifully moving.