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My Ancestor's Eyes

Last night I met my great-grandmother

When she was just a girl

Her eyes twinkled just like mine

With curiosity in her world

She skipped over to me and said a great hello

'What has happened?' she asked me,

But I did not know.

The sky was as grey as her woolly socks

It was also the colour of the dust-clad rocks

The houses behind were burned and broken

At that moment everyone had awoken

It was the year of 1944

The world in the midst of war

We sat and talked for a while

She left with a tearful smile.

by Grace Annabelle Anderson (10)
Balbriggan ETNS - Ireland

Competition - Once Upon A Dream

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