My father never spoke Irish to us as children,
We were told it had no practical use, and thus
our language was devalued, never appreciated
for the gift it was. We learned to oppose it, thus
we assumed a generational grudge, we felt it was
forced upon us, and understood we were powerless.
Thus the pain of his fore-bearers was re-inflicted on us.
My father never spoke Irish to us as children,
As an adult I felt The Inheritance of Loss.
Is fearr Gaeilge bhriste, ná Béarla cliste.
Line Nine from the title of a book by Kiran Desai.