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Jennifer Watson
Poem

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

Poem

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

Poem

Behind you
Windrush child
palm trees wave goodbye

above you
Windrush child
seabirds asking why

around you
Windrush child
blue water rolling by