Comments about Martina Moriarty
My First Memory
I was twenty four months, and twenty days old
I know this to be fact!
I have my incarceration papers to prove it.
This house was not a home no mercy there.
The polished wooden Hallway looked like a Glories sunny train, waiting on the platform of Hope.
I saw my dancing Silhouette for the first time do exactly as I did..
I joyfully skipped down the run-way of wonder