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The look on Mum’s face told its own story;

Our dad’s weekly letter had failed to arrive.

In its place, as sombre as a scarecrow,

Was a black-bordered missive from the state.

When we left, it seemed like an adventure:

Hugs and backslaps and putting on a smile.

Then the train rides, through cold nights and long days.

I don’t know where we are. They all seem nice

But they speak strangely and feed us odd food.

I miss my friends. I spoke to Dad last week.

The line was crackly; I could hear loud bangs.

At that moment, I wanted to run home;

To lie about my age and join the fight.

Now, in the bathroom, Mum sobs quietly.

Ukraine

◄ Davos

Strange Feeling ►

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 30th May 2022 17:31

Thankyou, Keith. Knowing a little about your background, your comment means a great deal to me. Yes, this is a tragic situation for so many.

And thanks to Frederick, Stephen, John and Julie for liking.

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keith jeffries

Mon 30th May 2022 14:29

Stephen,
A very moving poem which speaks to us today as we see the suffering of war, a problem which plagues humanity. Those who are left, women and children are the most affected and this is a scar on their lives. Very well crafted and poignant.
Thank you
Keith

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