thunder

thunder

july 2018

you were that first peal of thunder

the beginning of my rainy season

abby had never planned on raising a child

least of all this orphan left playing― on a distant beach

a beach from where her mother had made her long walk home

leaving vacant― a home and a little heart

boston was a bastion of all things irish

arts music food & traditions

everything a fine cultured lady

could want or desire― now just a memory

life in delby erased all of her might have-beens

matilda― three years old― now center of her new life

the unseen hand often opens new paths new possibilities

maybe offers even a small glimmer of hope― a new dawn to a new life

leaving that peal of thunder― just an old memory from somewhere in the past