Friday 30 September 2016

For the six Irish students who died in Berkeley

Michael O'Loughlin

Published 21/06/2015 | 02:30

People hold candles during a candlelight vigil for the victims of the Berkeley balcony collapse in Berkeley, California
People hold candles during a candlelight vigil for the victims of the Berkeley balcony collapse in Berkeley, California

A poem by Michael O'Loughlin

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We watch our children go: so much

brighter than us, so much more beautiful

they seem sometimes like a new kind of being.

We stand in airports and watch them go

bustling towards the future, hoping they

will not turn to see us still standing there.

How often this nation has watched

its children go into uncertainty, but

we know this is different - we know they will

come back to lives which will be shining.

Still, until they do, our sleep is different,

the telephone never rings

without a black fist gripping our hearts,

fleetingly, until we hear their voices.

Now, the worst news has come

and hardly a home in Ireland

does not feel that black fist's grip.

Their pain is theirs alone, but on this day

we are the parents, their children ours,

we are all watching them go,

joyfully saying goodbye in airports,

rushing towards the light

so much brighter than us,

so much more beautiful.

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