Lara

When did i start crying, was it going back to Ireland, or my son saying, Nana loved the horses, first summer without her lies, on the ferry, kids' resources, or my lover praying, can you please stop sighing, she knows the score, a bucket for the poor, gone is the time, she opened our door, or declaimed us on altar rails, cathedrals to cover her disguise, no matter what she says, now she's on her flight, love makes no one wise, is winter still to gaze, what goes on inside ?