I AM THANKFUL FOR

Born in nineteen thirty-eight, they thought I would not survive. A month in an incubator, just to keep me alive. An emergency baptism to shield me from mortal sin And ensure if the worst should happen, St Peter would let me in. I made it, then eighteen months later, came the second world war And, being close to London, my life was in danger once more. With chaos all around us, we somehow saw it through And six years on it ended and we started our lives anew. Life has had it’s ups and downs, just as all lives will. But I’m forever thankful that I’m surviving still.