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Sep 2017
A friend asked if my mother had a brogue.
She was forty when she landed here,
She probably did. She must have.
What does a child hear?
I was accustomed to it.
I only heard her voice.
Others no doubt did. Liked the lilt.
I  heard the voice,
Not the accent.
I never heard her Irish accent, or my father's or older sibs.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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