I REMEMBER ‘food rations’,
When WWII was at its peak.;
We learned how to go without,
When things looked very bleak.
Butter…a thing of the past,
Oleo margarine…if we were lucky;
And…cheese was such a treat,
This…we would have…so rarely.
Ah, but they were good times,
We learned how to make do;
We were content with what we had,
Even though commodities were few.
I REMEMBER knitting tiny squares,
As a child…in second grade;
These were sewn together,
A blanket for a soldier…we had made.
Yes, it was WWII,
And, times were hard for all;
But, we pitched-in…to help.
Be it big projects…or very small.
I REMEMBER when all lights were turned off,
These were practice, drill times…you see;
We would know just what to do,
If attacked…prepared we would be.
While the armies were fighting,
Far off…across the sea;
We…who were at home,
Were doing what we could…to remain free.
And, every little bit did help,
As we all worked together;
The battle was ours too,
And, we fought…along with our soldiers.
I REMEMBER that day of all days,
When church bells began to ring;
People ran into the streets,
There were tears of happiness and shouting.
“It’s over…the war is over!”
Their shouts of joy…proclaimed;
“The enemy has surrendered,
Yes, they have been defeated.”
I REMEMBER happy home comings,
And, those who had not returned;
The world was free of aggression,
A peace…we all had attained.
We take them with us…as we go;
We tend to discard the unhappy ones,
But, these are the ones that made us grow.
I REMEMBER…but I’m looking forward,
Older and wiser…now…are we;
Memories are instrumental,
In our lives…you see!
January 1, 2004
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