Chapter 7 - The War Child

The War Child

It was the year 1944,
And in old London town,
Behind a small metal door,
Were a typical British family,
Hiding from the war.

In their bomb shelter,
Was a mum, dad, boy and cat,
The family name was Kelters.
The small long necked boy,
Sat there, sweating and sweltered.

His parents tried to stop him but,
Much to their discontent,
He went outside with a strut.
He wanted some fresh air but little did he know,
A large Nazi bomb was hurtling towards their little hut.

The Kelters were heart-broken,
Their eyes covered in tears,
Their little son, Tommy was dead,
It was the top of their worst fears.
His tiny, scattered remains,
Were covered in blood smears.

They held his tragic funeral,
Two weeks after his death,
This was young Tommy's end,
He had taken his last breath.