World War Two Poems

TELEGRAM BOY NOTE

(Explanation for smile)

I was cleaning windows upstairs at Maple Grove, Beech Hill. Everyone else was out - when I noticed a young telegram boy on his bicycle, ride around Hazel Avenue. As I came downstairs our door knocker sounded. He looked at me anxiously as I opened the door. I opened the yellow envelope he handed to me. It was a rather large sheet. I read “Do not communicate with the Press ......

I thought my husband (Sgt. Fred Oliver) had done something outstanding, and smiled at the boy and said “It’s alright love”.

The telegram was printed on both sides. On the other side, which I read as he got on his bicycle - tentatively returning my smile I read “We regret

to inform you .....

TELEGRAM BOY

Lancs. England. 1944

Messenger from hell- unknowing..

Little boy with curly hair.

Streamers from your cycle flowing

As you pedal......., where?

 

Yellow envelope in your pocket,

Bearing tidings dread; for whom?

Who will see this day of sunshine,

Blacker that the darkest tomb?

 

Who your face will long remember,

Stamped indelibly on their mind

As the last face they saw smiling

In the sun they left behind?

 

Telegram boy, please pedal slowly!

Let them dream two minutes more --

For their dreams will die for ever

When you knock upon their door.

And he knocked upon my door

And smiled at me.

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Now my soul is dead to beauty

Dulled my mind, and warped with pain,

Can mad sciences footling atom,

Give my dead love life again?

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