A rose like any other who
In Dublin lived and Dublin died.
Her life defined by place of birth
And the space she occupied.
A name that mesmerized.
I heard if first over drinks
A remembrance softly chanced
In talk that doesn’t matter
Recollections of lives that never danced
Reduced to simple banter.
Religious schools and God was King
Ghosts rising from the past
And where our darling Mary K
Drew breath from first to last
With rules the strictest order.
Girls unseen, unheard, understanding
Things unspoken, would shed their skins
At heaven’s gate with dreams wrapped all in faith
Their steps so light and without sins
Their hearts their only burden.
a poem by Susan McElroy