The Mother

I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho’ I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow – And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.


Patrick Pearse is one of the sixteen men that was executed in the week following the Easter Rising.   He came to be known as the embodiment of the revolution. This is written in the voice of Pearse’s mother. It speaks to all that are torn between grief and exultation. In simple language it indicates the complex emotions of the rising.

We will look more are Pearse’s life and other writings, as well as his involvement in the rising, in a later blog post.