Kate

 

St Joseph’s

 

 

 

 

Women in Ireland, the rising voice

 

No longer a poster, a nod and a smile

 

It’s’ a loud crashing wave

 

Breaking traditions solid as rocks

 

Sweeping out ideals and combating hate

 

Supporting each other, marching for rights

 

It’s our bodies, our minds, our votes and opinions Nothing is simple as it once was

 

Boys can cry pink tears while girls fight blue boldly

 

But for the better our country, our women,

 

My life.

 

One, Two, Three, Four.

 

One breath

 

Her shoulders sagged

 

Her arms getting heavy

 

Just like her eyes had bags

 

Two breaths

 

Her eyes fluttered shut

 

Three breaths

 

She breathed her last breath but

 

Four breaths

 

The angels opened their doors.

 

When I was four

 

the most important thing

 

was to get my princess dress.

 

The skirt was big and round,

 

a mesh of mess.

 

When I finally got my dress

 

I was overjoyed.

 

I never thought

 

I could feel so much love.

 

Until I looked into his cot

 

saw his curls so fair

 

Dimples so deep.

 

His big blue eyes,

 

My baby brother

 

what a surprise.

 

The familiar footsteps

 

scurrying towards me

 

Echo through the confines

 

of the four kitchen walls

 

He sits abruptly in front of me,

 

I am not only

 

His master but his friend.

 

A pair of deep brown eyes #

 

stare up longingly at me

 

Eyes that speak a million words

 

by themselves

 

I smile back and instantly he knows

 

His eyes light up

 

as they do each time without fail.

 

Summer time.

 

The smell of freshly mowed grass outside

 

Early in the morning

 

The sun in my eyes

 

The kids outside playing ball,

 

The sound of laughter of them all

 

The warm sun lies on my face

 

Dinner in the back garden every single day

 

At 10 o’clock it is still bright

 

But it’s time to come in for the night

 

I wake up the next morning

 

All okay

 

No school, no worries,

 

Just another

 

Summers day.

 

A Sunny Day

 

A sparkle in my eye

 

When taking a photo

 

Makes me cry

 

lightens up the gloomy sky

 

Shining through a great dark cloud

 

Creates a rainbow

 

Making it round

 

It perfects the summer

 

My favourite of all seasons

 

I love the sun

 

For many reasons

 

My little sister

 

My little sister is so annoying

 

She pulls my hair

 

takes my clothes

 

I just want to let yous all know

 

She may be a little snitch

 

But I wouldn’t change her at all,

 

Not even one little bit.

 

Dust

 

Dust, and filtered light

 

The same down all the years

 

But a new beam in every second

 

Reflects all you’ve seen.

 

Midnight, and each deafening tick

 

Echoes on a coffin in an empty room.

 

Or noon, and the glare

 

of fluorescent light in a classroom

 

Falls on a watch closely watched.

 

And down, in a quiet bedroom,

 

Clicks count down the hours till you wake

 

But you’ve only got eyes

 

For the pages of a book that should be closed.

 

His eyes are bright

 

As blue as gems

 

His smile is wide

 

And full of joy

 

His tears are acid

 

Dribbling down

 

His fears are mine

 

The words we share

 

His troubles I bear.

 

Gun violence

 

Sirens are blaring around the school

 

The students don’t know what to do

 

People lie on the floor shaking with fear

 

Thinking this shouldn’t be happening here

 

All they can do is stay quiet and hide

 

When 4 police officers are hiding outside

 

Their president promised he’d make their country greater Yet 8 school shootings later and they’re still not safer

 

President stands up, smiles and crowds all cheer The kids say this shouldn’t be happening here.

 

The music faint yet all around.

 

People surround me

 

With heads down.

 

No one is speaking.

 

Everyone is tweeting.

 

The memories are now made

 

From inside that glass frame.

 

I wish for one minute

 

Your head would rise

 

And realise that this is your life.

 

I don’t know how to say this

 

We’re not the serious type but

 

I miss you

 

I miss you like a dog misses its bone

 

I wonder what you are doing

 

Where you are, who you’re with

 

Waiting for the day I see you again.

 

You are gone but not forever

 

And I can’t wait till we are together.

 

Complicated

 

The world

 

is a complicated place

 

People hurting,

 

people debating,

 

people criticising

 

Each day the earth

 

slowly spins

 

like a spider

 

spinning their web of lies

 

Politics deciding

 

who we will be tomorrow

 

Parents deciding

 

who we will be in the future

 

But yet nobody is left

 

to help you decide

 

who you are today

 

Nobody is holding your hand

 

telling you everything is going to be okay

 

I will decide who I want to be tomorrow

 

I will decide who I want to be in the future

 

But I still don’t know who I am today

 

The world

 

is a really complicated place.

 

I stare into the crystal ball,

 

That once felt like looking into a mirror

 

Now the square memory reminds me of a black abyss

 

Dark and shadowy with voices whispering to me

 

But the words are impossible to comprehend

 

The rainbow I once saw is beginning to fade to grey

 

While I stare and plead for an answer

 

What am I now that I know I mean nothing

 

Not to her, the one before or the one before

 

They say everyone has a robin but mine got lost in its flight.

 

The cars whizz by

 

On a steamy summers night

 

My mother, she’s sewing downstairs

 

My father’s asleep, snoring, counting sheep

 

Like him I wish to be, without care

 

But as I put in my earphones

 

Pull open a book

 

My thoughts, they calm, like a babbling brook.

 

Soft, soothing and calming

 

As my alone time can be

 

Sometimes all I need are the people around me

 

Perhaps you might know them as family.

 

Summer

 

When the sun dawns at 5 o’clock

 

The warmth peeping through the window

 

Barbeques every night

 

The sun still bright, shining.

 

Spending time with family and friends.

 

All day and all night

 

By the sea

 

I never really understood

 

what it meant to be stressed

 

Until I was tossing and turning every night

 

Crying myself to bed

 

 

 

I thought I finally made new friends

 

Who would treat me like I treat them

 

But six months in to the new school year

 

Yet I am feeling the loneliest I have ever been.

 

I’m surrounded by plenty of people,

 

Fourteen I’d consider friends to be exact

 

Yet only one girl from this big group

 

Can ever make me feel less sad.

 

Reading a book is like stepping on to a plane

 

As your eyes scan the pages

 

And you settle into the gentle rhythm

 

Of the writer’s inner consciousness.

 

You’re lifted up

 

Gently pulled higher and higher

 

Clouds envelop the corners of your mind

 

Soothing, healing, enriching

 

And then a delicately crafted line

 

A revolutionary idea

 

Ignites a fire of passion

 

Or calms a fear.

 

I opened my eyes and looked around asking myself, am I sure this is what I want? What should I go for, what I want, or what they want? I hold the leaflet tightly as I walk down the stairs. I hope they understand that I need this. “Mam, Dad, “ I work up the courage to shout.

 

“Are you finished reading it?” I hear my mam call “Yes”. I say with a hint of uncertainty in my voice “What’s wong?” my dad asks.

 

I know they will disagree, they think they know what’s best for me. They’ll tell me I’ve worked too hard to let this all go now.

 

“I’m not going to college, I want to travel the world” I half shout, half cry. I see the look in their eyes, I know the answer is no, but I don’t care. “Everything is booked and paid for”, I plead. “No!” they both shout at the same time. I don’t know what to do, I want to travel, to explore, to try new things. The degree can wait, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I’m going to take the risk!

 

Summer

 

When the grass is green

 

And the sky is blue

 

And you can feel the sun’s warm rays

 

Warming your face

 

When you dip your feet in to the cool, blue sea

 

And you know this is exactly where you want to be

 

When you wake to the sound of chirping birds

 

And fall soundly asleep to the setting sun

 

Tourists

 

 

 

 

Bent over in awe

 

With cameras in hand

 

Taking up familiar dull streets

 

Relentlessly stopping and starting

 

Like a broken machine

 

Why should I fault them?

 

They gain experiences

 

Memories, a scrapbook full of pictures

 

While I lose unvaluable time and patience

 

For people just like me.

 

Nana’s Apple Tart

 

 

 

I walk into the kitchen

 

The smell is like a sweet breeze

 

The sour apples and humming

 

The sight puts me at ease

 

You welcome me in your arms

 

A feeling I will not forget

 

I treasure the time that I spent with you

 

I imagine that you have not left

 

I made a deal with you, one last apple tart

 

And now as I bake one, you are always in my heart.

 

I am a bundle of fleeting emotions

 

The eye of the storm in a swirling water,

 

Destroying my world around me

 

I am a ship to wreck

 

It gets the better of me

 

Leaves me shattered in pieces

 

But then comes the sunshine

 

That one fleeting  moment of euphoria

 

Laughter, warmth and the comforting echo of a record

 

Warm sheets and comforting words,

 

It’s part of the daily process.

 

Sometimes I feel I am on my own

 

That I know a truth that no one else has been shown

 

But everyday I see it creep down the stairwells and through the creeks

 

It is a power that I have been given

 

Yet the main cause of all division

 

Although sometimes it causes floods

 

And gets me stuck in the deepest muds

 

I know that one day very soon

 

The truth will erupt and rebuild the ruins.

 

When the days get dark at 4 o’clock

 

And home I come to my house lit up with Christmas lights My cozy pyjamas warm my heart

 

And my sweet hot chocolate melts my troubles away And into bed I get at 10

 

To watch an endless number of movies

 

I wake up in the morning to the exciting smell of my Christmas tree All the decorations getting me in a festive mood

 

Hoping for snow to lay a blanket over the grass outside And another day drifts by, me still waiting for the big day.

 

Waking up on a Sunday morning

 

Teddies sprawled across the floor

 

Winnie the Pooh pyjamas on

 

Downstairs to the “green room”

 

Hugs and kisses from aunts and uncles

 

Flick open old photo albums

 

All black and white no colour to be seen

 

Jim Jim sat at the kitchen table crosswords galore

 

Playing gun games with walking sticks

 

Missing you more than ever before.