The Emigrant's Suitcase
By Stella Walsh, 1st Year
As I walked along the pier with my mother’s soft hand
in mine and my suitcase in the other
I could see the Victorian ship
That would take me to my new life in America
There was shouting and weeping as the
passengers bellowed their loved ones goodbye
From my suitcase I produced a picture of my father – who was
already in America – to console my mother’s sadness of leaving
My new life in America excites me
But the past will never be forgotten.
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