The Disappeared - Poem by Noreen Carden
In your kitchen washing dishes,
Dreaming dreams, making wishes.
Door slams open,
Knocking over pram and chair.
You have become the disappeared.
No fair trial by judge for you.
No twelve men good and true.
Just the bullet from a gun.
No time left to make your peace.
No goodbye with kiss to cheek.
Thrown into a shallow grave.
Without a prayer by ordained priest.
Missing the important days.
While winning races painting faces.
Every memory is tainted.
Coloured by the death you knew.
God given right to live your life.
Stolen by the evil night.
Who planned your death?
As though they had the right.
So the years have moved along.
Children grown, lives go on.
A mothers pride was not in place.
The missing hugs cant be replaced.
Dreams at night so full of fear.
When your Mams become the disappeared
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