VICTIM

She sits silently hunched over her one-bar electric fire

Dismal north Manchester light seeps through her tightly drawn curtains.

Her entire world was smashed when the burglar came

And she will never be the same

She sips her sweet tea shakily.

....

She gazes up at her mantlepiece

A young man's face looks at her out of the cracked glass.

His face smiles at her across the years.

Her tears flood down her wrinkled cheek

Silently I hold her hand in mine.

Entwine her fingers.

No words can reassure her

Though I talk of locks, alarms, visits.

But, I can see she's back in 1945

When she was so glad to be alive and kicking. 

 

◄ NEVER FORGIVE - NEVER FORGET

In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 ►

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