BALLYNAHOWN
GRAVEYARD
We were seeing family in Ballynahown,
County Galway, so we had to go to the
old cemetery. We went through the
metal - revolving cow preventing - gate.
The stones were books we never read.
The letters were faded and worn away
by Irish Rain which is forever - but my
old Aunt Nora - told us who was who.
But what I remember most - was the moment
my sister, mind you, a nun stepped in you know
what - and I can’t repeat what she said -
and we don’t know how a cow got in there.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2019
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