mother passed away
from this world a year ago
today by the sea
from the rocky shores
of western Ireland they fled-
my thin ancestors
the splendor of sight
our sun rises once again
in spite of darkness
the sunken treasure
of waking up to mom’s voice
singing while cleaning
Gram used to tell me
it’s better to sell your ass
than to sell your soul
Excellent. Real emotion.
Alexander Marshall pembroke5@aol.com