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Jul 2015
At eight years old
I saw my mum grow down

At nine years old
I witnessed her in hospital

At ten years old
She forgot my birthday

At eleven
I could not comprehend or fathom
The words to express
How I feel

I watched my mum blossom
Only to wilt

I could fix a summer draught
With the tears I refuse to cry

At seventeen years old
I still cannot gather those words
Thomas Hardy
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Thomas Hardy  Kettering
(Kettering)   
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   Leyla Jude and Sara Murray
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