My Wartime Memories

My Wartime Memories
By Elaine kilshaw

Location: London, during WW2

As a child I lived in a street of grime
Where crime was rife, and love was hard to find.
Living in London in the midst of the blitz
Bombs fell around us while we tried to sleep.
People were dying
Buildings were turned to rubble.
My father would go out into the dark night
He put his life on line on the war torn London streets
He helped his mates when they were in trouble.
To do whatever was right.
I knew my Daddy was brave and true.
Mummy would cry until his return
This was how about love I would learn.
He was one of the unsung heroes during WW11.
I remember to this day a young woman most nights would pass our door
As she made her way to the railway station,
To meet the father she adored
One fateful night their home was bombed;
More precious lives were robbed
At wartime, newsreels showed the agonies of war.
On film, I had to witness soldiers put alive in ovens,
As well as a great deal more.
Finally my parents’ love was to show me the way.
At last my battered life I began to restore.
Yet I know for ever these memories are destined to stay.

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