Remembering Manchester, one year on

Remembering Manchester, one year on

Today, Tuesday 22nd May, marks one year to the day since the Manchester Arena terror attack in which 22 people were killed and many more injured.

There are many events taking place around the city and we, as an academy, are inviting our colleagues and students to take part in a two minute silence at 12:15pm today. We are supporting any of our students who may be struggling to cope by encouraging them to speak to our Year Manager team or Safeguarding leads, Mrs Hargrave and Miss Withers. Advice on coping with the anniversary can also be found at: http://www.manchesteremergencyfund.com/advice-coping-attack-anniversary/

We are also sharing with them the poem below, Home Town, which was produced by Steph Lonsdale, a local teacher, following the attack last year.

Home Town, by Steph Lonsdale

Last night
we walked past your flat
my daughter and I,
home from Alexandra Park.
We’d seen
cricket on the green
scenes of my Manchester
couples kissing
families eating picnics
one kid fishing
and teenagers
artfully staged on a park bench.

Saris
dreadlocks
burkas
freckles
ginger hair
and everywhere
difference.
The world is here
in my back yard
but all of us the same.

She slipped her hand in mine
as they might have looked
for those of their mothers
last night
after you came.
We walked down Carlton Road
home again
to love
and light
and warmth
and laughter.
You walked in the opposite direction.

What did you see
where I saw pink balloons?
Girls in dancing shoes
the fun
and excitement
of first time out with friends.
Dropped at the stairs by careful Dad
who watches them
until they are safe in the door,
sure to be there waiting
when the last note is played.

Last night
where you sought
to shake out seeds of fear
choking weeds
to reduce the contents of our hearts
to nought,
slash us the bone
with scythes of chaos,
I saw solidarity
half a million hearts of my city
that feel each loss
as if it were their own.
Hearts that welcome us in
welcome us home
like they probably welcomed you.

Your seeds of fear
and hatred
fall on barren ground
in my home town.
They will never take root.
This is Manchester.
We do things differently here.