Dublin 11

a life continuum

PETER WYNNE

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Bridie

only seven, eldest of three
begot in violence, unable to flee

mother left home, father all alone
an orphanage, to set the tone

your angel within, you took us in
with your five, we fitted in

small in stature, big in nature
rich in love, pure as a dove

years pass, spring buds soon bloom
you saved, reared
nourished, comforted
loved us as your own

till we meet again on the other side
night, night my dearest Bridie
i love you dearly
night, night!