all the stories breathe inside us

March 13, 2015 § 5 Comments

 

enniscrone 3

Five decades ago,

Enniscrone, Ireland.

I’m in my mother’s arms,

my grandmother, next to her,

my sister in the arms of my grandfather,

my beautiful aunt, next to him,

my father behind the camera.

The thousands

of stories in these arms,

these faces,

these bodies.

intimacies

losses

betrayals

silences

horrors

triumphs

enchantments

seeping into the

child bones

of my sister and me

 

 

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