Telling Him Jenny
D Dónall Dempsey
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'Tell me the poem...Sonny! '
(he always called me '...Sonny! '
'Tell me... Jenny! '
I recite
('I love your voice...Sonny! ')
as I bathe him.
'JENNY KISSED ME.'
He always asks
again & again,
'Who is it by...Sonny? '
And I tell him
again & again.
'It's Leigh Hunt...Johnny! '
He never remembers.
He closes
his eyes
& recites
along with me
saying the words
silently
his lips trembling
with their beauty.
He always cries
when I come to the end
& begs again
for me to tell him
'...Jenny.'
I ask him
if there was a Jenny?
And he says: 'No...
her name was Molly'
'But, it's near
...enough! '
My hands
attend him as he dies
I whisper
in his ear
not the priest's
act of contrition
but the words
he loved to hear
I still hear his voice
speaking in silence
mouthing each
invisible word
'...say I am growing old
but add
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