My Hope

by Ella Fleming

My hope tastes like fresh bread
Just waiting to be eaten.
My hope looks like a group of people
Chatting together again.
My hope smells like freshly cut grass
Hoping to be played on again.
My hope feels like a warm and happy
Feeling with my family.
My hope sounds like a room filled with people
Full of laughter and happiness.
My hope is most at home
Feeling safe and away from harm.
One hundred years after the war.

Written by Ella Fleming (TY) from Castlerea Community School, Roscommon, during Poetry as Commemoration workshops led by Terry McDonagh, November 2022.