l can hear the sound of mumas taffeta dress,
Her dress was handmade by Mrs Dolly Wade,
My muma was the best.
God gave me the best grandmother,
I feel happy and free like all children should be,
Nothing matters we have each other.
I do think of my biological mother,
She lives far away across the sea
I wonder if she love’s me or thinks of me .
I hold my grandmother’s hand very tight,
She kisses me and says its alright.
But deep within I have a pain,
That never goes away ,
maybe I can remember the day that my mother went away far across the sea,
Far too young to remember her face,
But the trauma lives within me.
Dorothy age 13 years.
I wrote this poem when I was a pupil at Harford sr school, I was 13 years old at the time.
I can clearly remember a teacher asking me what I was writing and why I wasn’t paying attention to her, I assured
her that I was listening to her, she didn’t believe me and like all teachers ask me to tell her what she had said of course I
.Couldn’t remember any thing that she had said I was writing this poem.
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