My Hope One Hundred Years Later

by Ella Fleming Donoghue

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 Donoghue, 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.