Monica

Smoking a lucky star, chasing numbers, going out the door ajar, the same calendar, her sister says 'i wonder', she's a great heart, now she’s bought a car, near the Rotunda, should have seen her park, right from the start, no surrender, she screeches the tar, all in tears our Ma, ten years later, we still hear her laughter, it finishes our Da, the loss of a daughter, her photo in the parlour, love always hungers.