Seven Cold Glories Susan McKeown Dedicated to the memory of Ann Lovett (1968-1984) Mother, I remember you chanting Seven cold glories for comfort Singing Marys, I wanted to believe That you saw heaven and you came back, Touched my eyes and my voice I left you but you never left me, Me and my armour of memories Girl, on the sacred earth, And for seven full hours she lay there Chanting Marys, she hoped for a miracle When from the night came a ship of lost souls with lost wishes - they never let go I left you but you never left me, Me and my armour of memories There are those who pray and save, Those who have a plan But I'm always rushing, I never have the time There's a faith that carries me, there's a love divine There's a god out there, god I wish it was min Lover aren't you gonna show me the way Cause I get so confused when you ask me Sister give to me your hand, Try to tell me so I can understand If I could take away this pain I would bury it Beneath the sea that separates me, Me and my armour of memories