Love In Post World War Ii

LOVE IN POST WORLD WAR 11 3rd and final episode of trilogy My Grandfather was incredibly anglicised Studied in London and qualified as an optician My mother learnt English at school, She was my Grandfather’s jewel! He arranged a huge party for the British boys That brought them freedom from evil convoys Liberation, was followed almost immediately, By a civil war, totally savage, Which besides causing destruction Brought a great deal of Human death and anguish. They killed many, my grandmother shopping One day at the grocers watched something horrific, A pregnant woman bayoneted, my gran fainted. She was asked to be a witness for the Families were well acquainted! The day of the party arrived, And my mom, already a beautiful girl, preened all day, She hoped the young chap would come, she was a ray Of sunshine, flitting to and fro seeing to her guests, Weaving in and out of dancing couples, when she felt a tap On her shoulder and there he was ,her handsome soldier, Asking her for a dance, They fell in love at a single glance. The courtship lasted 18 months, my grandfather ecstatic Of her choice – they got married in Greece The country in peace, and the lovers at peace. They traveled to Cyprus, England, Rhodesia, Zambia And finally, South Africa. Somewhere along the line I was born, You see, I still have you all guessing my age, That part of my diary has lost its page! Would like us to buy a self- drive camper So we can eternally roam, It will be our second home, Travelling is in my blood, blame My parents, the army, To which this I acclaim!