My tatty old poem book, is really old and tatty my grandmother made it for me .
I would take pages from my school books and if you were fortunate enough to be in my class then
I would have taken sheets of paper out of your books.You couldn’t just go to the shops to buy a writing book when I was a little girl.
My grandmother sewed the pages together with fibre from her allo work and covered it with xmas wrapping paper I thought that my poem book was absolutely beautiful , I was so very grateful and happy the poem book was so beautiful.
My grandmother helped me to write some of the poems It was suppose to be a diary but I found speech marks difficult and where to put them, silly poems were easier every poem that I wrote from 8 years old to 15 years happen to me I lived through unbearable abuse for almost 19 years.
Children didn’t have x boxes, kindles and all of those game things that todays children have, when I was a child I would have books, pencils, rubbers and probably a pretty handkerchief trimmed with St Helena hand made lace with D for Dorothy written on.
As a child I appreciated every thing Smiles, kindness, good manners and affection I still do as they are all priceless.
To outsiders popa is cool,
But yesterday he threw a stool,
It broke my finger I have a big bruise,
no one sees it as abuse
I feel sad and I cry,
I wish that popa would die,
the pain in my heart is raw,
If popa died then he wouldn’t hurt me any more.
‘Dorothy age10 years old.