A Small, Belated Irish Treat

for all you semi-Irish like myself

Dear bookish friend,

I meant to send this to you yesterday, but time flew by (what even is time, when you’ve had a snowstorm and are home with the three kids for four days, making pies, refereeing stir-crazy arguments, and torturously putting on snowsuits?).

This little poem was stuck in my head all day long.

Ich am of Irlaunde,
And of the holy londe
Of Irl…