I was away from home for the first time, working six days a week, driving far and often enough to think so much about my family, how much I missed them. Three Babies always reminded me of my mom, her tribulations, her sweat and tears in raising three children as a single, deaf parent.

Sinead would've been impressed, maybe, talking with my mom. I think my mom would've loved talking to her. They had a thing or two in common, and mom would've been fine and happy. The politics and crazy statements? Mom wasn't about that stuff. Face to face, somehow, they would've had a great time talking story.

Anyway, the poetry behind Sinead's stories were often compelling. They were in this song, for me anyway.

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