A Collection of Poetry

Week 6: Final Week (A poem of your choice)

I Remember…

I remember how the sky filled with a reddish glow.

The nights were filled with screams of terror down below.

The tubes had flooded, our Anderson’s blown.

Now we were trapped, with no place to go.

I remember being in the station,

Bag on my back, gas mask in hand.

I was going away, not planning on coming back

Until the planes were gone, and sky returned to black.

I remember my new Mum and Dad,

But I always called them Gracie and Pat.

My real mummy was still at home,

My daddy was fighting and I was left alone.

I got to go home one May evening,

Thanked Gracie and Pat for having me in their keeping.

I hopped off the train, smile on my face,

But there was no one for me in the meeting place.