Convictions

By Sarah O’Brien

Silence that deafens, accusation in your timbre,

As words hang unspoken, a noose to our kinship,

Shared memories and laughter begin fading away,

The power of the pen so clearly conveyed,

Letters curve and rise across the page,

Convictions laid bare to be later thrown away,

Certainty belies prudence it’s true,

Because certainty leaves little room for anyone but you,

A wistful glance at what could have been,

Now bonds lie broken, beyond redress it seems.

 

 

Sisters

By Sarah O’Brien

I cried today thinking of you,

Your quirky grin and freckled skin,

Your shiny hair, always escaping its pin,

A life you’ve made, across the sea,

A history carved out, onto sand it feels,

Shared memories, laughs and dancing duvet days,

Hugs and dreams that soon parted ways,

And urges homeward too long delayed.

You carried her case

By Sarah O’Brien

If only you knew,

The memories it weighed,

Every line and groove,

Carefully sequestered away.

Smooth curls once bounced,

Bright lips parted so infrequent,

Stories etched across her skin,

And a Pillar box hat to hold the secret.

She stood at the station,

Unseen, unheard,

Forever & always,

A young-old girl,

You carried her case,

No thought in your gesture,

An act of kindness,

So simple a vesture.

From a far I watched,

You helped her down,

No loud flashes or lights,

No crowds in maelstrom.

The ticking clock,

Aids years in their number,

Oh stranger I want to thank you,

For so much you’ve given me,

That one simple act of kindness,

Restored my faith in humanity,

                   You,

    You carried her case

Goodbye

By Sarah O’Brien

Indignity has since abandoned,

Your kennel lies bare,

Remnants of a 16 year-old soul,

No longer stays there.

Ears that pricked,

At the slightest sound,

A bark that rang,

Excitement abound.

Photographs of winter,

Your face amongst the snow,

Loving companion,

Death is not a word I know.