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Walking home from the Miraculous Medal
Held in an inner city church
Holding hands
We pass tall grey buildings
Shadowy people
Before we reached the tenement we called home
My six year old child’s voice asked
Why does the moon follow?
A year later
The moon followed to a housing estate called Finglas
Where we remained for the next forty years
Through rows
Illness
Deaths
Many joys too

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