Francie Lynch Poems
- A Child Is Born I don't know destitute. I could use the ...
- Mary Jane Died Last Night The younger sister Of the second ...
- Were There Five? There were four high pines, straight, that ...
- Chaos Dark at day, Light at night, Chaos mocks us With ...
- Not All Fathers Are Dads We lived In our Goodwill bathing ...
- My Poem Is My True Selfie My poem is my true selfie, An ...
- The Flight Ahead Of Me The ravens survey The gated ...
Born a while ago in an area of County Monaghan, Ireland, called Loughegish (Lake of the Learned) . When the flax mill failed my father went to Canada and we emigrated six months later to Sarnia, Ont. I grew up here, worked in Education for my career and am happily retired writing poetry. more »
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A Child Is Born
I don't know destitute.
I could use the bathrooms
If I eat there.
I'm no refugee.
Neither are you.
We have computers, not canvas.
I warmed up the coffee today
And the dishwasher needs to go through
For the third time this week.
Homeless: We have them.
Poor: We'll always have them.
Hungry: Look to the soup kitchens.
Sick: The gurneys are lined in the halls.
Death: It's all around, and increasing.
And still, in that tent or Uber taxi
A child is born to change all this.