Time to sell a bicycle
Facebook Marketplace
Get a few bob I reasoned
And we’ll clear a space
Lady from Honduras comes
Recent refugee
Child of five a birthday soon
Here you have it free
Come to that I’ll drive you home
Here hop in the car
Put the bike into the boot
The drive not very far
At her home I see a boy
His mother’s joy and pride
Tears of joy run down his cheeks
‘I’ll ride and ride and ride!’
He took my hand and kissed it
I said goodbye and left
My spirit soared as I drove home
So happy now I wept
Brian Fahy
21 July 2021
Erris Poetry 