27 mai 2023

Poeme

Petit poème de Tom écrit dans le cadre de son école à la demande de décrire un heureux souvenir. Le titre: « Throughout his life ».

When I was born, I was at home,

But I felt like a gnome.

I was in his hands

While we were listening to his favourite bands.


When I was 4, I played football.

He was old, but he was still cool.

He was my grandfather.

Such a great barber!


When I was 8, he died.

It felt like I cried.

He was nowhere to be seen.

When people tried to find him, I wasn’t so keen…


To this day,

I reflect at his home town’s bay. 

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