Elizabeth Ward Byrne

She cried for her Mother

Each night

She wished her back

From heaven.

Soon she sailed from

Ireland’s sight

Sheffield the destination.

In a strange church

She made her confirmation

With all that was familiar

At the age of eleven

She lost communication.

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