Black Narcissus. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Black Narcissus.

Up in that mountain so high in the sky,
You lived with your memories from Ireland.
A time of happiness, it was so sublime,
that your mind wandered back
to your heartland.

But you had a purpose, a job to do
and it was not so easy.
You came to a new land
to look after its natives with care,
and do it ever so freely.

But you soon discovered
it was not the life for you.
You had just done it for an escape.
This life of denial and hardship
was a cover, all of it was fake.

What you truly wanted was a home,
a family and true love.
That is what would appease your heart,
and those longings thereof.

And all came to a head when
one of your sisters went mad.
Everything came crushing down,
everything you had.

The Black Narcissus left its aroma,
spreading all over this place.
Its curse will stay for eternity,
but you can leave with grace.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
Based on Rumer Goddens Book and the film Black Narcissus (1947) .