G ~ A seeker, hopeful

I knew Andrea Murphy, Youth Worker,
mostly in a net of warped black claret beams
and rough plaster like clotted cream
rolling down the walls
She had the patience and enthusiasm
of some century long advent candle
shattering now and then with the crack/slam
of an oak and iron door
as she tried with pamphlets
and funds
and assemblies
to flesh out a youth council
that consisted mostly of one barely motivated boy.
In between, she made strong coffee
and looked forward to moving back
to Ireland