Grandma’s Prayer

 

’twas a sad time what with the animals dying

and the children sick and the full moon waning.

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The fields were laid to rest and

Even the prata were frozen well below the ground.

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The Good Folk huddled in the shidhe,

Not making a blessed sound.

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Barley, damp and rotten, lay black on the fields,

Two cows hidebound and lowing.

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What punishment was this?

For what sins were we paying?

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Prayers to the good Christ, and

Milk to coax the Good Folk.

 

Cross yourselves three times everyday,

Put the pine cones, feathers and nuts beneath the tree.

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May the gnomes and the Devil not pass this way again,

May the Childe Jesus and Sweet Aghna, settle in our crib.

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’twas a sad time we pray not come again.

 

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About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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