My lovely grandson Lucas
At present only five
Is going to get himself a wand
To make Grandma Maggie alive
He told me quite determinedly
He is going to get that wand
To bring her back alive again
Wouldn’t that be grand!
Is this the murmurings of a child?
Saddened at the thought of death
Or is it a divine instinct
In love with our very breath
The last enemy says Saint Paul
Finally overcome
The resurrection of the Lord
Proclaims the life to come
The goodness of our nature
The beauty of the world
The splendour of the universe
All tell of life unheard
That all of this should end in death
Seems utterly perverse
The magic wand of Lucas
Will break that tragic curse
Brian Fahy
6 February 2023
Erris Poetry 