Imagine is all we can do
Slain as he was before dawn
Imagine heirs, if you would,
Instead Grace was left to mourn.
Love and dreams destroyed
No time for conception for them
Imagine the world if he’d lived
And she never remarried
Never to be were dolls and teddies
No time with jumping ropes
Absent also were trucks and balls
No soldiers or spinning tops.
Given no more than seven guarded hours,
There’s no telling what could have been
But the guns in Kilmainham Jail
Ensured permanent silence to the tale.