Then Why Aren't Ya Smiling
Ceara Conway

Grey faced, wearing all black,
I thought you were mad
lisping spitty words to yourself
till you revealed the rosary.

You muttered,
‘I thought it would stop raining,
they said it would, you’d want
to go early to get a whole
day out of it, and
did you hear of the bomb
in Dublin, Our Lady in Achill said it
was our prayers that stopped it.’