Tuesday, November 04, 2014

A World War 1 poem

This poem perfectly captures the grief and loss back then, but remarkably it was written for a school project a few weeks ago by local schoolgirl Niamh who is just 11 years old.

Like Father Like Daughter

Daughter’s point of view

When I first came into this world
you could not be there.
But Mummy promised every night
That you would always care.
Each day I grew a little more
And I’m beginning to look like you.
Mummy says you love me
And Daddy I love you too.

Dad’s point of view

As we march, it’s unbearably hot.
I dream of surviving, cannot get shot.
Try to focus, what each day brings.
To escape this horror, I may need wings.
So much misery, so much pain.
Fog of war, torrential rain.
Mountainous jungles do not forgive.
Must be careful, if I wish to live.
Shock arrives and invites pain.
Brother nearby has been slain.
Now expected to logically think.
Insanity is creeping, at the brink.
I write this poem here where I lay.
Sunshine is gone, I only see grey.
Wish I had a bit more time,
I’m in my twenties, I’m in my prime.
But I only have a minute or two.
My body is numb, my face is blue.
I’m so sorry, I did my best
Life is leaving, through my red chest.

Niamh Finlay

For Magpie Tales


  1. Damn! That touches deep. The pain, the longing, the desperately held on wishes...

  2. Wow - I cannot believe that an eleven year old wrote that - remarkable and very touching.

  3. Impressive and quite moving...

  4. So sad but I found it moving also!

  5. Wow, that is heart-wrenching!

  6. A true story, writ so many thousands of times. perfect for the prompt!

  7. Hi I'm the writer of this i didn't even know it had got online till now thank you for the loverly comment.
    Niamh x