Irish Mafia
The Irish coffee shots.
Sometimes it rains,
Sometimes it blows right through the windows.
Next thing you know it’s 80 degrees in May, and we're praying for rain.
But that's what we get here living in Maine.
Rain or shine, snow or clouds. Us Irish will make it through.
These sisters will wait an hour or more for a good lobster roll and a good laugh, or two.
Ride an hour or more to get there too.
Bring a sister or two.
Maybe four ?
Just the five, yes that’s it.
As an onlooker I always forget the order of the births.
I Know MP was the first and BNS was the babe. The rest of you seven?
Middle children?
But watching them all succeed and achieve their dreams in life.
Is the missing piece of the pie from Thanksgiving.
A tradition we will not soon forget.
Our next one, that's the one.
That’s the winner.
How many this year, if we can all be together again.
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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