Jul 18 2018
‘I heard a similar story from my mother…’
The Monto Baby
I was left behind a tenement door
One cold and weary night
Wrapped in a shawl
In a rain drenched hall
As my mother she took flight
The night wind howled up through the house
Like a Banshee at a Wake
Who cursed and cried
Like the Devil’s Bride
For a child
Someone to take
No loving arms reached out to me
To comfort me from fright
No one could hear
My cries of fear
On that sad and dreary night
So I lay wrapped in my shawl
And my cries seemed all in vain
When the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard
Said “Hello, what’s your name”
She gently took me in her arms
And held me to her breast
She turned around
And I heard her say
“Jem, I think we’ve just been blessed
With this little babe that no-one wants
We’ll keep her for our own”
“Good on yeah Maggie” he replied
“We’ll keep her till she’s grown”
God sent two Angels from above
To bless my life with endless love