Three heads together bending <br />across the kitchen table. <br />In close heated air <br />the range pours comfort <br />from its wood-stoked belly. <br />Christ with gentle face <br />and soft brown ringlets <br />looks down <br />from his rose-embellished <br />oval frame. <br /> <br />Three heads of close-curled hair, <br />three translucent pairs <br />of grey eyes, three smiling mouths, <br />murmuring conspiracies, <br />jokes half-spoken, <br />fully understood, <br />elaborated by the hearers’ answers, <br />chuckles, outright laughter <br />welling up in pauses. <br /> <br />Three different lives, bound <br />by a common past, loose chains, <br />links of love and care, <br />three brothers, three sons, <br />three Dempseys of Kildare.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/irish-poems-three/
