Mummy, I’m not afraid to die.
Why do you talk of dying
and you so young
do you want a lollipop?
No, but I shall be with Peter and June.
Mummy, let me tell you about my dream last night.
Darling, I’ve no time now. Tell me again later.
No, Mummy, you must listen.
I dreamt I went to school
and there was no school there.
Something black had come down all over it.
You mustn’t have chips for supper for a bit.
The next day off to school went her daughter
as happy as ever.
In the communal grave she was buried
with Peter on one side
and June on the other.
(From an account of 10-year-old Eryl Mai’s premonition of the 1966 Aberfan avalanche disaster)