Lorraine

When she dismisses us, calls us jokers and thieves, we thank you Sister, for shining that star, or crossing the sea, supplying the tar, telling us how to lose, or reside out of reach, when we're confused, she cares who we are, arms swinging free, raising the bar, above telegraph wires, or a sky that deems, to see our ruin, her powdered rush, as sunlight leaps, make our faces flush, she knows it’s not easy.