In Memory Of My Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


I do not think of you lying in the wet clayA
Of a Monaghan graveyard I seeB
You walking down a lane among the poplarsB
On your way to the station or happilyB
Going to second Mass on a summer SundayA
You meet me and you sayA
'Don't forget to see about the cattle '-
Among your earthiest words the angels strayA
And I think of you walking along a headlandA
Of green oats in JuneC
So full of repose so rich with lifeD
And I see us meeting at the end of a townE
On a fair day by accident afterF
The bargains are all made and we can walkG
Together through the shops and stalls and marketsB
Free in the oriental streets of thoughtA
O you are not lying in the wet clayA
For it is a harvest evening now and weB
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlightA
And you smile up at us eternallyB

Patrick Kavanagh


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