My Hope One Hundred Years Later

by Saoirse Burke

My hope tastes like iced water 

resting in my glass.

My hope sounds like people 

cheering up at a stage.

My hope smells like a candle 

burning in the darkness.

My hope looks like sunshine bursting 

through the clouds.

My hope is most at home

in happiness and joy 

one hundred years after the war.

Written by Leah Doory, as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops led by Terry McDonagh, in Castlerea Community School, Roscommon, in  November 2022. Transition Year students were invited to write a poem in response to Terry McDonagh’s poem ‘My Freedom One Hundred Years Later’, written in commemoration of the War of Independence.