Thank you, @calluna. I could hear my mother-in-law as I wrote. She had in her a sense of generation injustice that the Irish suffered. Her life on the farm was hard. So many children, and little resources. Every day, walking passed the Big House, I think it burned in her heart.
I see you also have had witness to this legacy in those you love. You read the poem, such as it is, so well.
Thank you for your commentary and for continuing to run forums here in which I feel the liberty to write and express myself creatively.