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The Past

Yvonne

Off to a strange land

With Dad and brothers

Mum left behind

Didn't know why

 

New dawn, new day

New faces, new smells

Don't understand

A word being said

 

A new face

Beamed with love

I understood the language of love

And reached out for a hug

Mum's not here

 

But Gran will do

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