My home One Hundred Years Later

by Kiera Malone

My home tastes like warm tea after being left out in the cold for so long.
My home sounds like long awaited silence.
My home feels like being re-born, a second chance to make right.
My home feels like fresh air after being left in the dust.
My home looks like the sun setting in the horizon on an open road.
We fought for our home, for our freedom
Now One Hundred Years Later,
There is still no place like home.

Written as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops for Transition Years led by Terry McDonagh and Mary Melvin Geoghegan in Castlerea Community School, Roscommon, in  October 2023.