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Sirens' Screams

Stitched in braille from life's mishaps the horrors and the pain relapse Even on the quietest shores his haunts invaded evermore Long ago, the peaceful dreams buried deep by sirens' screams Transports rushing through the night the ghosts of war, never white

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Shirley Hawkins

Date: 12/10/2023 3:22:00 PM

There was a police station facing the street I lived in that had a siren warning us to take cover during World War 11, We had an air raid shelter or dug out in our garden that we stayed in until the all-clear siren was heard. My mother made a basket of food, water, games, crayons, books, etc, ready every day in case we had to leave in a hurry. Your couplet brought this to mind as it was remembered all those years ago.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/10/2023 6:56:00 PM

I myself am reminded of that mournful dirge whenever I see an ambulance in a WW2 movie set in a Europe...

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 12/10/2023 5:13:00 AM

powerful and poignant statement about the realities of war and its aftermath. Well said, Gershon.

John Lawless

Date: 12/10/2023 2:52:00 AM

A painful reminder of the "price" of war

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/10/2023 6:57:00 PM

'Price' of war = heavy stuff, John...