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Pot O' Gold

Kathryn Fitzgerald

109 words
[tags: My Immigrant Story, Poems]

We came here in search of food
across a tumultuous sea
We came here for a life that's good; We'd have stayed
home if we coud

Máthair cried after we arrived
Each day in the filth she would toil
Athair'd search each day for a wage that was good
to buy food, to buy shoes, to buy wood

They fought long and hard, became loyal and true
To forge a life from something brand new
This immigrants legacy would be seen through

Pulsing through my heart is emerald blood
My grandfather's father's will, in me
They came here for a life that's good
I stay here because I could.