For Orla

by McCollonough Ceili
(Nashville, TN and Ireland)

Orla with her harp.

Orla with her harp.

You come to me on nights,
when I shake with memories and fright.
When my heart aches with pain
you bring the smiles again.
Your songs fill my soul
and dry my tears,
As if my own mother was near.
I know am not the only one,
who has found comfort
within songs you played and sung.
Your harp beckons to me,
whenever I the memories start to sting.

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