The Capuchin Day Centre It’s Wednesday morning and the queue on Bow Street gets longer year on year - a family with two children wait in line for the blue bag from brother Kevin. Bread, butter, beans and more - their home, a hotel room, two bus rides away. Yet somehow this place, is just enough to put a half smile back on a mothers face, on these dirty Dublin streets. Click on the file below to listen to Doreena read her poem:
Doreena is from Dun Laoghaire, Co. Dublin, Ireland and has been writing from the age of twelve. Her writing is like a diary, reflecting life’s ever-changing emotional landscape. She is a member of the award winning ‘Carlow Writers Co-op’.
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Ger ó neill
5/9/2021 12:09:11 pm
Love doreena s poem. Truth is so painful. You bring it out so well.
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