Ireland's OWN Poetry and Prose

not a day goes by...
—by Míchealín Daugherty

I remember you
skipping,dancing,singing
like a child you were then
and you said I made you feel young, even.
I don't know what I did,
only that I loved you,deeply,
as a woman will
when she feels safe
and beautiful and mesmerisedbypassion.
You thanked me
for making your dream-woman real.
But I must tell you,
'twas your rawness that made me come alive,
your love—so earthy,manly,new
And now...
not a day goes by,that i do not conjure your memory
to hold in my pocket
like a talisman.
Oh, oh you—a shining, frothy, fruity candy
fortified me
made me real.