During a conversation, I mentioned not sleeping well lately, “Mindst you” I said, “ever since I was a young lad, if I woke in the night, I found it almost impossible to get back to sleep, until it came light”.
Then, at that exact moment, for the first time in my life I realised why.
It was something my mother used to say to us, when I was a young child.
It has inspired me to write this short poem.
When I wor a kid, born in the war
we were teffified o’ night
Not o’ scarey stuff like ghosts or dark
but when those planes came here to fight
Huddled in the air-raid shelter
too scared to move around
while outside bangs and crashes
a terrifying sound
Planes drone far into the distance
leavingdevastation caused by bombs and flak
we get the all clear from the sirens
mam says, it’s nearly light
go to sleep we’re safe now
they’ll not be coming back
So many lost from far and near
but at last the fightings done
though our scars would stay and never heal
the war was over! But... had anybody won?
Bowden Wood Crescent, Sheffield, S9