I had a much happier post for the letter G but after watching the documentary on t.v. last night about Christine Buckley and her time spent in the orphanage I was so upset, I just had to  share my memories which were so much happier than Christine’s.

I used to go to ballroom dance classes once a week with my sisters in the convent hall. As we glided around the room somewhat ungracefully to the viennese waltz, the nuns would smile and clap in time to the music. We thought they were so nice. We each got a lollipop from the jar offered by one of the nuns on our way home.

As we left, we often saw some of the orphans walking in pairs through the wooden door. We’d wave and smile at them but they never smiled or waved back. They were obviously afraid to for fear of being beaten by the nuns. The innocence of us back then. We thought it would be such fun to share a dormitory with our friends. Whispering and sharing secrets during the night, eating together at the big scrubbed tables every day, and no parents telling us what to do. If only we’d known the horrors of what really happened behind those wooden doors we would have been shocked and appalled.




Suffer little children

Smiles that never reached their eyes

No one heard their cries at night;

Calling for a mother they never knew

A father who knew nothing of their existence

Who probably couldn’t care less

Left in the care of the sisters of mercy

They showed no mercy

Brides of Christ

With hearts of ice

Who made the little children suffer

For the sins of their mothers

Slaves in hob nailed boots

With no roots, no family,

No one to call their own

So alone, looking for love,

A kind word, a smile, a hug

Someone to hear their cries at night

Someone to make everything alright.


Trish Nugent©








About trishnugentwriter

A wife and mother of four who writes and acts as much as she can in between the housework and shopping. I have been published in 'Irelands Own' 'Intallaght' and 'Tallaght Echo'. I have won prizes for poetry including 1st place in The Bealtaine Writing comp in 2012.I'm a member of drama group in 'An Cosan' in Tallaght and also 'Platform One' Writers group in Rua Red.
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