Dear Mona, Mary and all
you know as I grow older I think
of people when I was younger

I am lame and dizzy but eat
and hear from Ireland
where my mother was

There’s a story in the paper
about the river in your country
how it’s used and owned by the people

Television here but I can’t use it
I’d go out of my head
old folks often can’t


 = Shelley Johnson