hang over the sill of our third-floor tenement on Ladyburn Street.
The climb skins my chin and bruises
my knees. I am strong compared
Today as I hang out the window,
my ribs hurt. There are welcome-
When Jean and Rena Kanes Daddy comes home that next day, they dont want to come out and play. So I go into their back green to swing on the maypole their Uncle Danny made from the clothesline. When Uncle Danny is drunk, which is often, he doesnt pay any attention. I know he will not be telling me I cant play on their maypole today. I watch their scullery window to try to catch another glimpse of their Daddy in a soldiers khaki uniform, with his soldiers hat tucked into a shoulder epaulet.
People cry, drink, sing, and talk to friends and strangers, inviting all to share in the festivities. My Mammy tries to laugh and joke with them, but I can tell she is trying too hard. Her iris-blue eyes are still looking at something far away.