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