A
Child’s Eyes
Daddy’s
across the seas
And
will be back at an unknown date
My
mommy’s in the factories
She
always stays until very, very late
My
sister’s off with momma
My
brother’s off to war
I’m
all alone at my house
I’ve
only got myself to account for
My
uncle had come back
He
could hardly even walk
With
just one foot and a cane
And
something called “Shell Shock”
“Food
will win the war” they had said -
“Meatless
Mondays” -
The
restrictions were growing -
And
even “Wheatless Wednesdays”
“Food
was becoming scarce”, momma told me
As
we put back half of my dinner plate
Then
the next thing that started to drop
Was
my very own body weight
My
arms missed my poppa
My
stomach growled for food
When
will this all cease?
When
will this conclude?
This
war is doing nothing for me
I
can’t see its help
My
life has turned upside down
It’s
the hurt that I’ve felt.
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