Genre: Family, Love, War
Sunday, April 27, 2014 MVB
After the war
He was six when he arrived- a refugee among the many.
At least he had his mother
A London grey, wet, full of blasts
Like old man’s teeth with empty gaps
At least he went to school.
A Church of England girl’s school.
The boys’ school lie there in a pile of rabble.
At least he made a friend
And found a cat.
It looked so hungry and he took it home
His mother said it was a she, her coat was black
The paws were white He called her ‘Socks.
At least she had a name now.
The war was over, the party had died down.
At least the mother’s lover went.
And dad, he only knew from stories came.
A stranger troubled by bad dreams
He said they had to go and start afresh.
Go home…
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