A poem for Lughnasadh, by Barbara Ney Ni Saomhair.

I weep, I grieve for my Foster Mother,
Let my tears water the precious earth she gave her last breath to cultivate
so that we may live.
She gave her very life so that we may gain the knowledge of growth,
Growth within the soil her bare hands touched
Growth within Spirit and the meaning of sacrifice.
When in the darkest of Winter we have food to feed our children and elders,
Let us think of Tailtiu and give her thanks.