My Mother's Brogue Poem by Francie Lynch

My Mother's Brogue



An old friend asked if my mother had a brogue.
She was forty when she landed here,
She probably did. She must have.
What does a child hear?
I was accustomed to it.
I only heard her voice.
Others no doubt did. Liked the lilt.
I learned early on to hear the voice,
Not the accent.

Thursday, September 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bigotry,fear,foreigner,ignorance,ireland,prejudice,racism,xenophobia
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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