Our cheeks are rosy, We’re wrapped up cosy, In blankets,
On your double bed. Watching sci-fi, Wasting Wi-Fi, Surfing websites, Limbs like lead. Laughing loudly, Pointing proudly At the brothers On the screen We surf the channels, Wearing flannels, Like the brothers we look mean One of them dies. ‘It must be lies!!!’ You scream, I laugh, It happens all the time. But we’re not like that, Sister, friend. I’ll be with you Till the end.
The author of this poem, Emma Ronan, is a student of
Enniscorthy Vocational College. This poem was published in The Irish Times Fighting Words Supplement on 29 April 2015.
