No Seatbelts, Just Trust!
No Seatbelts, Just Trust!
One of the paintings that accompany my poem, Jolly Holidays, now on view in Strule Arts Centre, Omagh.
Time-lapse solo exhibition continues until Saturday 26th September.
Open daily from 10am-5pm.
Jolly Holidays
One week every year
Butlins holiday camp.
We'd feel a shift in the air.
The sewing machine hummed
late into the night.
Each outfit imagined
each child measured
seven times over.
My father would arrive home
tanned and suave
as if travel polished him.
The town noticed
They always did.
Ballybofey bus stop
quietly filling with welcome.
The day finally arrived.
seven children folded
into the back of a Morris Minor.
No seat belts
just trust.
Four back
three front,
then swap.
Hours passed
and the noise rose.
My mum reached for the one sentence
that always worked
“Do you want me to turn this car around
and go back home again”.
Silence followed.
My sisters could all sing.
Voices ever ready, confident,
holiday competitions waited
and we entered everything.
I am five years old
too small for the microphone
but not for the moment.
The compere leans down to adjust
but my song arrives first
“Tá na hÉin go Léir Anseo”
Loud and fearless
sending him stumbling
to laughter and applause.
I sing on
oblivious to all.
My reward
A gold medal
a toy clutched tight
and a free family holiday promised
or the year ahead.
But I got shy after that and the singing stopped.
For years I waited for it to return.
Some voices pause, they don't disappear.
Once a child learns joy
she never forgets.
Copyright Maria Noonan-McDermott