My joy tastes like a home-cooked meal
Cooling on a plate.
My joy looks like a ray of sunshine
Gleaming through the clouds
My joy smells like a burning candle
Lingering around the room.
My joy feels like a warm and cosy
Blanket wrapped around me in winter.
My joy sounds like music.
Playing out on the street.
My joy is most felt with my family and friends
In hope and joy one hundred years later.
Written by Leah Mockler, 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.