大象传媒

I remember, remember the war,just a little bit.
Strange distant memories of an unreal time,
Dimmed through the years, but always there.
A time I will never forget

I was only a little girl at the time,
Born in nineteen forty one.
An air raid saw me enter this world.
Just the doctor, me and my mum.

They told me food was basic
With Marg and bread and jam.
A quarter of sweets just once a week
And a nice big tin of spam

When I was in bed a night
The room was very dark.
The window was covered all in black
And I couldn't see into the park.

Sometimes there was this big loud noise,
A screech which filled the air.
A siren wail that made me quake,
Look out, look out, beware

Then bed for me was a ragbag
Tucked safely under the stairs.
Where I cuddled up with my Brother
together we said our prayers.

I had to put on a gas mask
With great big googly eyes,
And a big pink nose that quivered
Every time that I breathed.

My Mum was out with the Red Cross.
My dad was away with the war.
So my Great Aunts kept us company
Under a table in the hall.

But if I was allowed out at night,
On a visit to my friends,
All I could see was a red glow in the sky
From the bombing all over the land.

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