The English Wouldn't Give You The Steam

You Have To Give Yourself Credit, Not Too Much Because That Would Be Bragging.

You Never Know When You Might Come Home And Find Mam Sitting By The Fire Chatting With A Woman And A Child, Strangers. Always A Woman And Child. Mam Finds Them Wandering The Streets And If They Ask, Could You Spare A Few Pennies, Miss? Her Heart Breaks. She Never Has Money So She Invites Them Home For Tea And A Bit Of Fried Bread And If It's A Bad Night She'll Let Them Sleep By The Fire On A Pile Of Rags In The Corner. The Bread She Gives Them Always Means Less For Us And If We Complain She Says There Are Always People Worse Off And We Can Surely Spare A Little From What We Have.

Sing Your Song. Dance Your Dance. Tell Your Tale.

I'm More Interested In Writing Than In Performing.

A Mother's Love Is A Blessing No Matter Where You Roam. Keep Her While You Have Her, You'll Miss Her When She's Gone -- Angela's Ashes.