Alan Dunne


She breezes through the crowd:
The old woman at the barrier
squeezes the soft hands
of her grandchildren, holding on
like a lioness to her cubs.
Looking down she exchanges
smiles and snatches playfully
for the handful of sweets
thrown from the road.
The banners, the colours, the songs
inspire an awakening smile and
she hums to the tune of the céilí band.

She always complains of the
miserable weather, but not today –
Today the spring sun lies broad upon
her beautiful black skin.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 14, 2005

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

3,0 out of 5
3 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about Home by Alan Dunne

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: weather, today, woman, beautiful, spring, smile, sun, home, song, women