When Harry went away
he stole a part of Mum.
No-one warned us. 
No-one said.
We looked and looked for ages – 

I like to stay up
and listen
when big people talking
jumbie stories

I does feel
so tingly and excited
inside me

Once everything was big
and you were small,
but year after year your shadow 
crept up the wall 
and you grew tall.

One moment they were there and we were having fun
Now they've disappeared, every single one.
I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared

Now the day is over,
you're lying in your bed
and cares are spinning endlessly
around your weary head.
Remember that the moon you see
is also shining down on me.

Behind you
Windrush child
palm trees wave goodbye

above you
Windrush child
seabirds asking why

around you
Windrush child
blue water rolling by