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NaPoWriMo Day 5 – John, Joanne, Andrew

John, Joanne, Andrew

Three years, five months, one week, two days.
Four bairns, three gone, one left:
one.
No ghosts trouble me;
gone for good, oh, gone.
If I could
gather up the days, go back,
to that summer afternoon,
our Mark up ahead, wee Jo on her bike and
baby Andrew, oh, my babies. John just catching on with his chubby legs.
If I could
go back, move a wee bit faster, clear the railings,
hear the car, see the swerve,
gather up the kids and run.
Outrun these scattered shapes and sounds
that ask me questions I cannot answer.
Why ma, why?
If I could
hear their voices once more, but
they are gone, and God hasn’t sent me a word.
I’ve forgotten their wee voices, and
dying again as their faces fade,
my eyes listless as I long to join them.

Eight-and-a-half-year-old girl, her six-week-old brother, and their two-and-a-half-year-old brother,  killed when hit by an out of control car that mounted the pavement, driven by an Irish Republican Army (IRA) member who had been mortally shot by a British Army (BA) patrol. Their mother committed suicide in 1980.

 

2 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 5 – John, Joanne, Andrew”

    1. Thank you very much ❤ It's hard to sit down and write them, and to choose just thirty, from the hundreds that took place in just one year. It's harrowing doing the reading and research for this project to be honest, but I will forge on, and share their names and their stories. xx

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