Care In Crisis
Black and White, no shades of grey,
How I remember my early days.
I felt so safe and secure,
With my family always near.
War started when I was two,
People stuck together as if by glue.
Everyone helped each other,
All one family of sisters and brothers.
Air raid shelters called Andersons,
Dug in gardens one by one.
Tomatoes growing on the top
I remember having a bumper crop.
We kept chickens and grew veg.
Though we were living on the edge of war,
People shared like never before.
Care and compassion was the key,
To our survival, you see.
There was no time to reason why,
With searchlights looking for bombers in the sky.
Listening for the Doodlebugs,
Keeping close with many hugs.
Sharing such a small space,
In our shelter, with anyone who could not face,
The loneliness and fear,
When nobody else was near.
The Homeguard came around at night,
To make sure no windows let in light.
All windows were blackened out,
If not, The Homeguard man would shout,
"Turn that light out, Right away,
Or a price we all will pay"
Military dying like flies,
Heartbroken relatives suicide
I remember much, much more.
About this devastating war,
How it taught us all to share
With compassion, love and care,
Shown to one and all,
To support each other and stand tall.
Which gave us the courage to soldier on,
Until this unnecessary war had gone.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2021
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