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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