'Lark Lane Morning'
Mousy 'Little Sisters of the Poor',
Sisters of Mary, Sisters of Mercy,
scuttle throuh a winter dawn,
slide to a gloomy Mass
on each 'Hail Mary ' morning.
"Bless you my daughter,Bless you ..."
Spindly voices intoning
Connemara, Wicklow, Mayo,
resound in littered passages.
Misty shadows peep through centured cloak.
Tins rattle in white-knuckled hands.
"Bless you, Bless you, echoing time,
echong penance, echoing many a
freezing 'Hail Mary' morning of
soft-hued, muted tableaux.
By Jan Sear