Dublin 11
a life continuum
PETER WYNNE

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!
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