CELIA'S POEMS

No 251       November 23

When the Second World War started,

I was only three,

Because of being so young,

It didn’t bother me.

Of course we had the rationing,

Quarter of sweets a week we got,

The men were taken away from us,

Some came back, others did not.

But this damn thing we’re dealing with,

It’s unknown and unseen,

It’s a war we are fighting,

The strangest one there’s been.

How can you fight something,

That you can’t even see,

It’s taken many lives from us,

And more I’m sure there’ll be.

As I have said many times,

It will go down as the Silent War,

We need to get this vaccine,

Before we lose any more.

The soldiers were given weapons,

To help them fight the war,

We’ve just been told to stay in,

Wear a mask and our hands wash more.

As yet this hasn’t worked for us,

I’m so pleased we’ve kept in touch,

It’s time this thing was over,

I miss you all so much.

The things we will remember,

Are the little poems from me,

And Celia’s Bubble, fit to burst.

‘Cause that’s where you want to be.