Mid-Term Break


I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o’clock our neighbours drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying—
He had always taken funerals in his stride—
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were ‘sorry for my trouble’.
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o’clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four-foot box, a foot for every year.

A word of thanks..

From Music Therapy, UL…From Hilary Moss and Triona McCaffrey

“…..to ask that you send on our thanks to everyone at St Gabriel’s for supporting Gillian’s placement.

Sending best wishes to you and all at these testing times..”

SNAs in St. Gabriel’s School

In our school, students, staff and families are VERY appreciative of the fantastic work that our SNAs do every day, where they go above and beyond, all the time, to ensure the comfort, care and wellbeing of our students, because that is what they deserve. We would just like to put that out there in the context of these times.