Rough round that rose bordered hem

we ran, regardless of where her skirts

did scurry, no fretting to the fraying

of her fringes, never noticing how

nimble had turned to not-so nifty

above that border of red roses, oh

so pretty, on those placid petticoats

until we laid her low, on a hill so high,

hemmed in forever by a border

of bright red roses, and only then

did we sigh, only there, by her final bed,

bordered in by all we took for granted,

did we feel that teary thorn that

comes at the end of every rose.


This beautiful poem is by Damien B. Donnelly. For me, it’s about family, coming together, time passing, memories – all those things we do at Christmas time.Β  Damien writes gorgeous poetry and takes amazing photographs. A generally very talented person, who blogs atΒ

2 thoughts on “Advent

  1. A very merry Christmas to you from Ireland and a huge thank you Sarah. I hope 2018 is a wonderful year for you and your family, filled with love and laughter and so much more of your beautiful poetry πŸ€—πŸ˜˜πŸŽ…πŸ»πŸŽ„β˜ƒοΈ


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