Some Mother's Son

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Time for bed, and turning out the
warm lamp lights.
Watching from my bedroom window, 
The park is very much alive tonight. 

The wind, it whistles loudly 
through the rooftops and the trees.
That small old man is back again, 
I see.
He sleeps in the same place in 
the royal oak park in front of me.

On the wood chipped brown bench
Cold, hard and damp. 
He rests his weary body for the night. 
No blankets,
Just cardboard for this old tramp.

I often caught a glimpse of him,
As he woke up from his sleep.
Behind my white cotton curtains
I'd stand. I'd watch. I'd peep.

His beard grew longer, whiter, older.
His name, I never knew.
Always sitting on his own.
I wondered who he was, 
My imagination often grew.

A group of 4, maybe 5 
approached the man. 
Complaining of a stinky, rotten stench.
His bench was littered with empty 
whiskey bottles, cigarette butts 
and urine soaked cardboard.

The poor old man got up, 
He left without saying a word.
Will he return tonight, I wonder.
Almost 11pm and still no sign.

The small, old man with the long 
white beard. 

Some Mother's son.


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Don Matthews

Fri 3rd Apr 2020 23:10

So good...

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Emer Ni Chorra

Fri 3rd Apr 2020 20:47

Thank you, Sofia💜

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Sofia Urquiza

Fri 3rd Apr 2020 10:26


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Emer Ni Chorra

Sun 8th Mar 2020 12:46

Thank you itsjustmedownhere, I am grateful for your kind words.

Frances, I am not familiar with that song but will check it out on YouTube.

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Emer Ni Chorra

Sun 8th Mar 2020 12:44

Thank you wallflower, that is a lovely compliment 🌻

Frances Macaulay Forde

Sun 8th Mar 2020 03:58

Yes, a sad image of today.
My favourite 'poem' on homelessness has always been a song: 'Streets of London' by Ralph McTell. It's also the sound of my youth both listening and singing in a circle with friends:

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Jordyn Elizabeth

Sun 8th Mar 2020 03:26

This is such a lovely, imaginative piece❤ Well done.

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Sun 8th Mar 2020 03:17

You bring the images to life with this one - great narration.

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Emer Ni Chorra

Sat 5th Oct 2019 12:21

Thank you for stopping by, Tom. I am delighted to hear that it inspired you to write a few lines.😊

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Mon 30th Sep 2019 13:47

Hi Emer, I thought this was excellent. It got me thinking and even jotting a few lines of my own. Sorry I missed it when you first posted. Thank you for sharing. Tx

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Emer Ni Chorra

Wed 10th Jul 2019 21:11

Thank you all for stopping by and leaving your thoughts on this. I appreciate your comments. I think this one sounds great via audio but when I read through it in my head now it doesn't seem to flow well towards the end ?

Not sure if I should edit it in the near future???

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Wed 10th Jul 2019 09:01

Homelessness is a plight we must fight it is a very complicated problem.Great poem.Well done.

The wind out there is strong and cold,
Attacking the homeless both young and old.
Wrapped up in blankets dirty and damp,
The street is their bedroom ,its lights their lamp.

A lady bent double in deep despair,
An ambulance call out with another did share.
A bacterial infection she did show,
Where the needles she used constantly did go.
It looked as if she was still injecting the mess,
The puss flowed out contaminating her dress.

I see the problem constantly increasing in Manchester as it is in the whole of the country.


Wed 10th Jul 2019 07:31

I saw this yesterday. It isn't the entire segment, but you get the idea...

Joshua is inspirational )

Good to see you about, Emer.

Rachel x

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