Paul Durcan
Maureen Durcan
A grain of sand I am blown on to a
Clump of heather and I see
Alight large above me a butterfly
With black and orange stripes—
It's Auntie Maureen aged ninety-four
Smiling down upon me
And she is saying
"While you were sleeping, Paul, I died.
Isn't it the most glorious morning!"
Paul Durcan, Praise in which I live and move and have my being, Random House, 2012.