Stradbally Steam Rally August 23
Each engine face has a name:
Maeve, Samson . . .
There is no Dad,
but I hear your voice
in the chorus of whistles —
blending faint but proud.
I adjust my hat —
a gesture born of you —
I feel a fragment of your spirit
back in the living moment,
it falls — a mist of steam and tears.
This is who you are now.
