My Happiness tastes like Christmas morning
Overwhelming, sweet and warm.
My happiness looks like hundreds of people
Laughing and celebrating all night long.
My happiness smells like warm sweet tea
With a lingering taste of bitter lemon.
My happiness feels like Sunday mornings
Half asleep and wrapped in blankets.
My happiness sounds like a crowded room
Full of laughter, chat and song.
My laughter is compromised
With war, destruction and death.
It breaks my heart to see it now
On the daily news.
Shed my tears for those
That live in fear.
It breaks my heart
For we know the pain
Written by Roisin Connolly, 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.