Molly Malone and I go way back. How many many have I belted out the lyrics at the top of my lungs-- I was an Irish pub song junkie in my youth. But I'm not sure the pathos of the dead fishmonger ever touched me.
How beautifully it becomes a gentle line stitched through this poem. What a lovely tribute to your sister. May her memory be eternal.
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X.P.
What a lovely poem and form of two lines and two lines and loads of space, honoring Molly. (chills)
"which in the end could not hold her
here among us who could not keep her..."
May her memory bless you and all who love her, X.P.
clever!
So moving. I love the form, it suits.
so loving - and embraces the tender resilience of Molly's life.
(and fascinating poetid form! - like the heart cockle is fascinating!)
Love the 'unfinished' last line! Thank you, X.P., for the mention, and the honour.
May her memory be for a blessing. What a lovely way to remember her.
May Sinead O'Connor's memory be for a blessing. Those eyes, that mouth, that voice...
I don't know what to say about the memory of Sweet Molly Malone.
This poem is so moving with so much love.
"She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the belle of Belfast City"
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I love that album. What an endearing way to remember Molly.
A lovely way to remember your sister, X.P. Love her smile!
A moving dedication
Beautiful with haunting echos of love.
So sorry. That is a fine and unique remembrance for a sister you loved. Same name as my only child, which reminds me, I better call her.
Molly Malone and I go way back. How many many have I belted out the lyrics at the top of my lungs-- I was an Irish pub song junkie in my youth. But I'm not sure the pathos of the dead fishmonger ever touched me.
How beautifully it becomes a gentle line stitched through this poem. What a lovely tribute to your sister. May her memory be eternal.