The Emigrant's Suitcase
By Diarmuid McGivern, 2nd Year
I clicked my brown leather suitcase closed
All my worldly possession inside
Half a lifetime of memories
What was left of my family stood outside
Bathed in the pale sickly light of the sun.
I chatted awhile, it was a forced conversation
My feeble mind unable to make sense of the fact
That this was the last time I would see them.
Then came the time for me to
Hop into farmer Joe’s cart
As I did I hugged my suitcase
My mind wondered if this was all
That history would remember of me
With only the initials G.T. to show my name.
With a jolt the cart began to move me
Into a new life of opportunity and prosperity
My mind was calm as I realized
Life goes on, but we remember.
Inside the suitcase was
A man’s hopes and dreams
Who crossed an ocean on hope
Only to be made a plaything of death itself.