Dear Mother, this may be the last
Letter I write to you. I hope that
You can see this through. The air
Is miserable. I am starting to see
That my own country is a criminal.
Here we lay frozen to death
It’s like being under water and holding
My breath. I wish I could be with you
Sitting in front of the fire, but I
Come back to reality and realise that was just mind.
If you got this letter is because
I’m dying, I don’t want you
To hear me crying. My dearest mother
I love you, I’m telling my war
Life only to you.
My Kallum Kirkham
Year 10
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