Nora

Ask me why I pray, given kids like these, makes you go insane, run a bath with foam, not wanting to believe, all my loving's done, see your lousy face, slinking off to sea, hope the engines fail, in the wind and stones, what is left of me, assist my journey home, harness in the rain, all their surly needs, have their own someday, each of my lonely bones, suddenly breaks free, am out of that zone, remember sweet ways, when they were tiny, lord how we praised, a time to believe.