Patricia Rose’s Reviews > Foster > Status Update

The poetry and this is exquisitely beautiful: "I dip the ladle and bring it to my lips. This water is cool and clean as anything I have ever tasted. It tastes of my father leaving, of him never having been there. Of having nothing after he was gone."

Please take me back to Ireland. I hope I get to go back to that beautiful country, where people write like this and are one with nature.