I felt his young hand upon mine ...

I found The Red House of Boville amongst my dad's books in the hall -

The book was a prize, awarded him in 1939 -

Two schools he later attended were bombed out - 

Each night he'd listen for the bombers in the sky - 

Each morning he'd see the smoking craters amongst the terraced houses - 

Burtons' windows were blown out - 

Boys ran off with fifty shilling suits - 

Dismembered mannequins were crowned with broken glass - 

I imagined my dad reading the public school caper in the Anderson - 

When I picked up the book, I felt his young hand upon mine - 

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Thursday 2 June 2016

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