Alexander Davie (age 12 years)
The Red House
Lavenham Road
Great Waldingfield
Sudbury
Suffolk
UK
My Granny’s Face
It has rained and I look at the daisies’ jewelled petals.
All the tiny silver mirrors show my grandmothers’ face, reflected.
Is it me?
Is it her
Is she part of me?
Where are we joined?
All those mirrors,where are we divided and unique?
I like being me.
I like being inimitable.
I am me.
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Author:
Birdie (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I do all sorts of things with my Granny. Sometimes school stuff and I like to draw technical machine pictures when I am listening in school
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