Submitted by AWL on 13 October, 2020 - 3:06 Author: Sean Matgamna

A place I lost I scarcely knew,

The childhood land I never outgrew,

My father’s life, my mother’s tales

Of hungers, wars, workhouses, jails,

The memories not quite my own

To which my memories are sewn:

Inextricably in Erin’s net,

I am what I refuse to forget.

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