Dublin, Ireland a land I craved to stay
my last moments and tears that flowed
My moms soft touch and glowing eyes was my last memory
Gazing at the window my eyes terrified and frightened
The minute I landed it alll changed
My aunts sweet eyes and soft touch nothing like my mothers
but, she was my mother for now
the taste of Irish dishes and several resturants
leperachons and clowns dancing through downtown
The green plane land and purle-headed mountains
A Irish land but, I missed my land.
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