Through
three tiny rooms
And
a postcard garden
At
the sound of her voice, as quiet as a mouse
Suzie
smiled
Seven
pairs of hands, each helping out
In
her tiny space
No
father around
And
never was there a scream or a shout
Suzie
smiled
Seven
mouths left to fend for themselves
No
one to tend to
In
this quiet house
No
tears to wipe and no trousers to mend
Suzie
smiled
Taking
on the weak and abandoned
Mother
to them all
The
empty little house
Echoed once more to the sound of the rampant
Suzie
smiled
Sixty
feet came rampaging from the seven mouths
Mixing
with the new
All
coming together
In
a house where a mothers love knows no bounds
Suzie
smiled
Sprawling
tribe expanding over years and through time
Lived
to love
And
loved to forgive
Holding
firmly to each other in life’s pantomime
Suzie
smiled
Through
hardship and struggles they came together
A
unified front
In
a divided world
Punch
their weight in unison whatever the weather
Suzie
smiled
Standing
together again in this tiny white room
United
as one
Holding
each other
As
she breathed her last breathe through the doom and the gloom
Suzie
smiled
©
Fergus Martin
2012
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