On this first of January 2015, a thought from all of maybe sixty years ago.
Who else does this speak to? let me know. Martin
Sister Malachy
‘Penny for the Black Babies’
We thought we were giving
And getting Grace
Sweet Sister Malachy
Small and frail and full of Faith
Led us gently to her conclusion
Innocence flooded the room
Not only us High Babies
But her as well
Only when we grew up
Did we see differently
What it was
I wonder if she ever grew up
Or was she always a child
A White Baby
Martin Swords
November 2014
YOU ARE READING
Sister Malachy
PoetryA poem about something that all who grew up in Ireland in the 1950's/'60's will be familiar with.
