1950s' Dublin: two girls sit silently on an open-backed bus,
Winter coats draped over their laps so that the conductor,
Sauntering downstairs to collect their fares, will not notice
The tiny infant's coffin cautiously concealed on their knees:
The wooden box their hands cradle with covert tenderness,
En route to Glasnevin Cemetery's unmarked angels' plot.
The journey never revealed to future husbands or children:
The journey they never dare refer to, even with each other:
This ache that might have allowed daughters to decipher them:
The unutterable weight of that small box carried to their deaths.
A Blessing of Remembrance took place in Glasnevin Cemetery in Dublin at the Old Angels Memory Garden last Sunday at 3pm