A Dress That You Bought In Dungarvan

A Dress That You Bought In Dungarvan

Poem Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet, Tom Ryan ©

You bought it yourself on our holidays
The two piece playsuit in navy and white,
Quite fashionable for the time,
On that warm and sunny afternoon,
With Mam and Mary and Deirdre,
In Shaws, the shop in Dungarvan.
Oh, but you looked, quite suddenly, back then,
More than a little girl.
Time casts spells,
And you proud-strode in it, beautiful and happy,
With Deirdre your cousin from Killiney.
I had always thought of my mother
In a bright new summer dress,
Printed and floral and clean,
As the sun on a Sunday, lazily stole,
Through the window of our summer kitchen,
When I was a boy and innocent,
And joy seemed an ever thing.
And so you too, daughter of my heart.
Parading with your flair in the sunshine,
Will mayhap too recall,
To the last lovely day on earth
A dress of an idyllic time,
Bought in a shop on a long lost summer,
On that day of our joy in Dungarvan.


Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.


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