November 15, 2017

Somebody

By Kat Myrman

‘You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats

she was somebody’s somebody
before the great unraveling
a loving soul with grace to spare
a heart of love, overflowing

she was known by many a name
she was somebody’s somebody
a daughter, sister, mother, friend
a welcome guest and confidant

then a tempest, fierce, chaotic
ripped through the world, left from right
she was somebody’s somebody
her children scattered to the wind

these days she clings to memories
hope can be a cruel reminder
but she still loves with grace to spare
she was somebody’s somebody

~kat

A Quatern for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Fifteen, inspired by today’s quote from the ‘The Rose of Battle’.

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