Lorraine

When she dismisses us, calls us jokers and thieves, we thank you sister, for ignoring our resistance, and crossing the sea, supplying what’s necessary, telling us of distance, that resides out of reach, but should never be fixed, she cares who we are, arms swinging free, hanging like stars, from telegraph wires, or the sky that deems, to soften any crisis, by jellies and Christmas, as sunlight leaps, she let's no one forget us, knows it’s not easy.