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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