Irish Lullaby
We pulled over on the side of the road somewhere between Killarney and Ennis. I heard my father singing as I watched the napping cows, felt the warmth of the afternoon sun and got lost in the hazy distant fields. He used to sing “Tora, Lora, Lora” at bed time when we were kids. I was a sleepy little girl again, feeling the warmth of that last bedtime hug. Pastel on Panel, 16x20 plus 3” gold frame.
We pulled over on the side of the road somewhere between Killarney and Ennis. I heard my father singing as I watched the napping cows, felt the warmth of the afternoon sun and got lost in the hazy distant fields. He used to sing “Tora, Lora, Lora” at bed time when we were kids. I was a sleepy little girl again, feeling the warmth of that last bedtime hug. Pastel on Panel, 16x20 plus 3” gold frame.
We pulled over on the side of the road somewhere between Killarney and Ennis. I heard my father singing as I watched the napping cows, felt the warmth of the afternoon sun and got lost in the hazy distant fields. He used to sing “Tora, Lora, Lora” at bed time when we were kids. I was a sleepy little girl again, feeling the warmth of that last bedtime hug. Pastel on Panel, 16x20 plus 3” gold frame.