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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem