A Bracelet of Days

I came across this poem on one of the blogs I follow. The blog is written by Dierdre Maher who, like me, cares for her husband who has Motor Neurone Disease.  Dierdre came across this poem, written by a Dingle poet, and says that she feels it was written for her.  I completely understand what she means.  It sums up exactly how I feel.

 

A bracelet of days

I am making a bracelet of days
or bits of days
to take out in the half light
and know those other times were real.

The first stone threaded on is blue:
A dusky drive
through low flat fields,
that held the promise of home.

The second one is the gold
of candlelight in a night-time
chapel where four musicians
played.

The third is clear as water:
Words plucked
from a poet's mouth
to flow into my ear.

I am making a bracelet of days,
moments stolen, frozen,
threaded into a talisman
to scare away those half-light days.


Emer Fallon 2007