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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=569436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prayer For Elizabeth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the morning<br>of my memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you bake <br>apple pies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And grow very tired</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>and sit very still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and sit very silent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as the camera<br>undresses reality</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaves you<br>alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sculpted sunlight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">naked as a</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lonely as a</div><div style="margin:10px 0">photograph.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the evening <br>of my memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the touch of <br>your hand asks: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Donall? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cradle of my arm<br>answers: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, Elizabeth? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And although nothing is <br>said: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fire's glow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nods & knows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the quiet secrets<br>we share</div><div style="margin:10px 0">between us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the night <br>time of my memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now when darkness<br>sees you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(again a little girl) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hear you tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how you thought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">every woman<br>dressed in black</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the white ribbons<br>of distant roads</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was your Mammy<br>walking towards you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">though she had gone<br>and never come back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(the grownups mentioned Heaven) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the Spring sunlight<br>and the white white clothes<br>drying on the currant bushes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(her heart stopped its beating<br>your heart skipped a beat) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the rope fell from<br>your hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the game was left<br>unplayed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and everyone forgot about<br>the white white clothes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and...they rotted on<br>the currant bushes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now in the night<br>time of my memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when I long to touch<br>your hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(and my heart <br>misses you) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the fire smiles<br>upon my face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the shadows<br>fall upon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the empty chair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then thought<br>becomes you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you<br>become a memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and your memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">becomes my prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=D%C3%B3nall+Dempsey">Dónall Dempsey</a><div class=q>
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of my memory

you bake 
apple pies.

And grow very tired


and sit very still

and sit very silent

as the camera
undresses reality

leaves you
alone

sculpted sunlight

naked as a

lonely as a

photograph.

In the evening 
of my me..."></div>
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