we were poor
but not deluded
and when
van morrisson's
"brown eyed girl"
comes on the radio on
that worn
old
brown rug
my brother and I
started tapping our feet
shaking our heads
to the music and
our sisters are smiling
at us and
our mother is laughing
at us
and all we needed was
laughter and love
a prayer and a song
turn up the radio