Walking With My Mother Past Ursuline Convent and Orphanage

Walking With My Mother Past Ursuline Convent and Orphanage (Camp Street) she remembered meals eaten in silence agar jelly dessert, the bitterness of seaweed washed down with milk rounders with the girls – the clack of the bat connecting with the ball exhilaration running the bases later in the dorm Sister Mary Alphonse called an early silence (to quell excitement ?) daily chapel - once for mass, twice for prayers standing, kneeling behind the black wall of nuns praying for love and sardine sandwiches her mother used to make secrets with lovely Peggy whose despair became unbearable - surely God forgave her longing for love, a husband, children someone to need her to start living