Poem -
VIVID RED KISSES
To recall it makes glass shards
of my soul
The scene like a painting
The view ever new
So never ever old
Etched onto my heart, deeper
than memory
Some things are
Mam...
Vivid red kisses
Teary red eyes
Familiar warm hands
Courageous brave smiles
Her loveĀ
PackedĀ in lunch boxes
Meant to last miles
Her scent, sweet, that lingered
In the air's
Whispered sighs
And Flora, kicking
Four years old
Stretching for mam, reaching
for home
Calling unfairness to run from
the bomb...
Mam calling back that it won't
be for long....
We left Toby behind
I was ten years high
Too old for teddies
Not too oldĀ
To cry
We left Toby behind...
To be bombed with Mam
Marion Price(2020)
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Awww :'(Ā my dad was evacuated in the war. As were my aunties, my mam was too young. But they do often mention it, How grandad used to make a pot of cocoa and they'd go in the cellar for the night, the sounds of air raids outside. 10 must have been such a difficult time to go, still such a child and having to be so so much stronger than any child should ever be expected to be. It just breaks my heart to think of it, I could not breathe if I had to be separated from my daughter when she was little. It's just too much to imagine. This world ! Omg !!Ā
Thanks for sharing this memory Marion, albeit not a happy one it is certainly an important one.
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It's not a memory ..lol...I wasn't born in the war...my mother only a baby herself...I'm glad it came across as such though...??
Oh hahaha I'm so sorry!!! I read it as though you were the ten year old with a young brother called Toby!!
Yes if it came over as being written from experience all the better as it certainly did ?
My apologies ??
If I had been ten years old I would be 90 odd now...lol. Most of my stuff is perspective, though some not and all mingled with my own experience or that of others or just from what I read, see, hear, feel or sometimes just imagine ..
i wasn't the poor farmer in 'The Power Of Love either...lol...I'm female ?
Tony was the teddy bear...Flora was the sister in this ??
You see, you write like me, not everything is about you, Ive found that when I write the readers always think I'm writing about myself & now I've done the same ?
That would make me 90 or there abouts...think I better change that photo ??
Hahaha oh nooo!! I promise I definitely wasn't going by the photo lol ?
Too late ..I've booked myself in for a facelift ..????
And photos could be anybody, mine are my grandchildren. I knew in the power of love it wasn't personal, but I think it's because you put 10 years old in this one lol. If I'd have slowed down and thought about it properly I'm sure I would have come to the realization myself. This is what happens when you nip in and out ?? now my face is like this ?so I'm taking it out for a while lolĀ
Ah..no don't do that I'm only teasing you..lol...hugs ?
always a good read from you...thx
Thankyou for your lovely comment Lorris ?
Awww... What a tale?Ā I always wonder what those poor little children went through when sent away. I think too about the mums. Heartbreaking. And your poem is especially so since mum and poor Toby died. Great write x
Yes...just a tale both my parents were just babies in the war...my nan lived through it though. No evacuations in this neck of the woods...I can't imageĀ having to send your children away from you in such dangerous times. ..trusting them to strangers while you stayed back in London to face the bombs...awful...thanks Tina ?
Must've been really bad. My uncles and aunt all stayed with my nan. My mum was born after the war but the rationing must've gone on for years because she used to tell us all about it. Usually when we wanted sweets. "When I was little..." She used to say. Terrible times, must've been hell x
Loved the flow of this poem. It read like a song, albeit a sad one. 5/5
Did it? Lol.....I'm off to get my guitar out then...music to be posted soon...??...thanks Stephen...?
The b/w photo does bring the history to live, and your words make the history vivid - some says "Poetry lies" - Aha!
I loved the Aha!! at the end Yiyan ...lol...thankyou so much ?