The Irish Wife Poem by Jackson Smith

You came on as bold as brass
drink to left and fist to glass
children sob and cry for crumbs
whiskey there makes quiet drums

Reddest hair and greenest eyes
covers beast that underlies
much time gazing through window
at land lords house, that tall chateau

With that man who money crowned
did you flee with soul unbound?
Here I stayed with children three
and watched for you on boiling sea.

For those kids i have no song
with which to keep them quiet long.
waited here for five years time
to children spinning poorest rhyme

One in place where two should be
they now rely on only me
for mother who did love them so
felt in heart a need to go.