General Poetry posted February 9, 2019


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Thanks, cleo85 for Sugar Plum Fairy. How I coped with WWII.

My War Memories

by Jaye Bennett

When I was growing up,
I didn't have a lot of things.
What I did have was so much more --
the ability to employ my imagination
and keep myself comfortably satisfied
in many time-consuming activities
I wasn't quite five years old,
when the December seventh
attack on Pearl Harbor happened.
I didn't know what war was,
or what the "out" was they called "black."
I learned about those things when
Mom and Dad would turn out the lights,
then they would turn on the radio,
and we would sit around it with
blankets to hide the radio's lights.
I understood they were doing this
so our houses and town went unseen,
but had no clue why this was done,
what any part of this could mean.
I do remember playing with my dolls,
and taking the little blanket I had,
and huddling up, covering dolls and me,
making our own little blackout pad.
I'm sure a child psychologist today
would find many a problem there,
but in hindsight I tend to find
it was a good coping mechanism.
I can't remember being traumatized,
by any of the war-caused cares.
I only remember doing these things
while my mother wasn't aware of it.


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