Survivors Poetry

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What's the matter baby?
Do you feel sick?

I don't know Mummy
But help me, quick!

What's wrong baby?
Where does it hurt?

I don't know Mummy
I am full up with dirt

What's that mean baby?
Is it a pain?

It's got teeth like a monster
And roars like a train

Come on now, baby
What does that mean?

All my words have uncurled
I've become a machine

You fanciful dreamer!
What makes you think that?

The smell and the feel
And the hand on my back

Come now my darling
There's nothing to fear!

But sometimes there is Mum
And you are not near

I'll always be there- when you
Need me just call-

What is 'I am' Mummy?
Nothing at all.

Stop being silly now!
Go out and play.

My whole world hurts Mum.
Every day. Every day.

Poem by Caron