Were you mine?


By Grace Turner | Friday 01 May 2015

Recently in school we have been looking at poems where the theme is love – maternal, paternal and romantic. As a class we used a title of a poem to inspire us and make us think about what else the poem could be about. I thought about how love can change with age and with emotion. I chose to write this poem as I think this is an important subject that should be addressed and that love can change in different circumstances. My great uncle has recently gone into a care home, and this has brought on many family discussions about dementia and memory loss. I have tried to portray a sense of confusion, but also happiness, as I have seen then in my uncle.

Were you mine?

Strangers. They’re all staring at me.

Sat in a gown, being fed by her.

The nurse comforts me, despite us being strangers.

Why does she hold my hand? Why does she call me dear?


Then a moment of clarity, my wife is sat there smiling at me.

But her eyes aren’t young anymore,

Her eyes are a storm of pain

She reaches out to hold my hand; we’re at our wedding again.

My gown is now a suit; my affection grows and bursts with kisses

Her startled look makes me feel sick.

Is she mine?


Was she mine?

There has been a ceasefire in the war against myself.


But the church walls have to crumble,

And the trenches are rebuilt,

I’m at home, yet I am lost

I let go of her hand and sit back into my cage



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Grace Turner

Grace is a 13 year old student at Honley High School in Huddersfield.