Francie Lynch Poems

Every misused glass of water,
Every slight at sons and daughters,
Every successful missile test,
Cars idling, cows lowing,
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Aine was wading in the water,
I was scheming with my daughter
In the shade of the Norwegian Maple.
As we spoke her appearance changed,
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May I take this opportunity to be plain and simple.
I've learned by speaking less, listening little,
Reading and watching more.
Let's begin with the beginning, something simple,
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resign
Resign
REsign
RESign
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I am not a King, like Henry,
But I've princes and princesses.

I am not a Neruda,
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Take me to a theme,
Explicating love, when blue.
Hype the hyperbole,
Metaphors aren't boring,
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Mammy's favorite colour was red.
Cycle red. New born red. Deep cuts red.
And roses.
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Promises aren't made to be broken.
Strings and ties are.
Hearts aren't made to be broken.
Dishes and mirrors are.
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Memories aren't made to be broken,
Yet lie in shards, each piece
Refracting unframed pictures.
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