silver & gold

WATERFORD

"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.

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 ."