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Everyone’s Hearts Were Clapping

Owen Gallagher

Everyone stood outside their front door.

As the clock struck eight they began to clap 

slowly as if someone was coming on stage 

but as more in the street joined in, they clapped 

louder and louder as if they were freeing

something within, perhaps a patient who never 

had the opportunity to thank everyone 

who looked after them when they were ill. 


Everyone was clapping all over the country

banging lids, pots. Fireworks lit the sky. 

Their spirits zoomed. They felt how a patient 

must feel when administered good news. 

Their hands will never finish clapping. 

Everyone has been a patient. 

Everyone’s hearts are clapping.

As long as hearts clap, hands will too.