"I
always wanted
Waterford."
My mother said,
I overheard.
"I always wanted,
Yes, to ride,
In limousines
O'er far and wide.
I always wanted
pretty things,
Like ruby necklace,
Diamond rings.
Instead
I walked
Five houses down
To Holy Mass
With poor of town.
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In
darkened dawn
Of morn I'd go,
Big with child
A pregnant glow.
Into
the church
Of golden light,
Where hands of priest
Bore God of might.
His dwelling place,
Incensed and myrrhed...
But I always wanted
Waterford
."
JMJ
Long-Skirts
12/31/03
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