mna na h-eireann

[Len Bullard <cbullard@HiWAAY.net>]

To hear your voice, unmasked,
to be so near the sweet breath of
your emotion, to feel it rise and fall
with the harp and violin as you meet
the hurt with your sure courage,
Daughter, that is your Mother's joy,
and your Father's comfort.

Kate, this is as good as you have ever done.