Órlaith Roe – Being Young

Being Young

By Órlaith Roe

Hiding behind closed doors,
Running in the garden,
Crawling across floors,
Always forgetting to say pardon,

Remembering my first dollhouse,
Oh what a wonderful set piece,
Always saying no to Brussels sprouts,
Instead vouching for sweets,

But when I went cycling,
For the very first time,
Oh it was so frightening,
But I was younger than nine,

How could I forget?
The books that made up school,
On my very first day acting all upset,
But inside thinking it was cool,

As I look back,
Trying to recall,
Each and every memory,
From when I was so small.

By Órlaith Roe 
First year student
Claregalway College/Cólaiste Bhaile Chláir
Co.Galway

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