World War Two Poems

KEVIN N.Y. CITY TO SEE SANTA

KEVIN - GONE TO SEE SANTA IN NEW YORK CITY 1949/1950

Your supper’s all gone cold, my son -

I’m gazing into space

Across the table, longing for

Your pesky little face.

I wonder where you’ve got too....

You shouldn't be so long.

I’ve got the awfulest feeling

That something might be wrong.

I can’t imagine how so easily

You can make me mad....

I'm getting terribly worried --

Hurry home, my little lad;

There’s dreadful visions in my mind

Of life without a You ...

“Oh Lord above, please keep him safe”

I breathe each age, anew.

.................

I wonder, wonder, where you are -

I shouldn’t have let you go--

I’ll never let you from my sight

If you’ll come home once more.

...........

The minutes still are ticking by;

It’s twenty after six...

(If only you were bothering me

With naughty little tricks:)

.............

I’d better get the dishes done

So I won’t think so much.

He’s probably having lots of fun...

(His cheek so soft to touch .............)

..............

1 hr. 15 mins. later)

A rattle crash of banging doors

(It’s twenty five past eight)

And shining eyes, and breathless sighs....

“I didn’t fink it was late”:

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