Distant Shores
I imagine my ancestors having once lived in parts of Europe
having the ambition to sail to America with prayers and some luck
leaving behind the potato famine blight that disrupted their Irish lives
with their small suitcases arriving here as husband and wife
Their Irish brogue was probably endearing and very thick
as the Ellis Island inspectors inspected all the "Micks"
more than likely they had to talk slow so Americans could understand
gradually assimilating and talking like folks from Long Island
I wonder how it felt when they sailed into New York harbor
more than likely they were nervous and excited to their Irish cores
walking around the city they took in sights they never saw before
a fresh new start...bringing their Irish heritage from distant shores.
6-18-18
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2018
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