Auburn, like a winter’s flame
a fierce tongue, a beautiful name.
Her freckles a hundred kisses on her skin,
Encompassing the love of her kin
She was smart, she was brave
Under her softness, a palpable rage
Love on her lips, dare in her smile
She was calm and she was wild.
There’s history in her green eyes
She is privy to the hunger, to the lies.
Her heart is pained, but forever loyal
For she was born on Irish soil.
