Chrstmas 1947
Christmas 1947
It was a time of deep poverty
with flour, milk, and margarine
my mother made porridge
put the pan on the table
said to her three children
dig in it is all we have
went to bed and bitterly cried
A child doesn't know it is poor
we ate the porridge and fought
about who was to scrape
the caramelized bottom of the pan
We, children with belly full
went to sleep, my sister on the
sofa, my brother and I on the floor
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