Me muscles are singing with
cider
Me leg bones with whisky are
bowed
A drink is far better and
colder and wetter
When drunk in a man’s own
abode
Me chest is all laden with
laughter
Me eyes are a’sparkling with
tears
The company’s far kinder and
cruelty is blinder
When some of your loved ones
are near
Me tongue is all heavy with
good meat
Me stomach is sloshing like
stew
A meal is more filling when
slowly you’re grilling
That meal for four more men
than you
Me head is a’wreathed by me
pillow
Me body by blankets are
bound
A dream is far sweeter and
longer and neater
When you’re snuggled up with
a hound
Me hands are all warm with
me mother’s
Me shoulder is held by me da
Though distant and missed,
there’s me brother
Who has all me heart, that’s
me Ja
- Izzy Babel
The Babel family is just a nest of singing birds. I am happy and proud to be able to publish my nibling Izzy's poem, which I am simply titling "Izzy's Winter Song." The 'Ja' referenced in the last line is Elijah, Kenny and Kaye's oldest. There is no more Babellian line than "Me stomach is sloshing like stew."
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