They sent me away –
“To be safe” they said.
My mother’s gone;
maybe she’s dead.
My dad’s a soldier
fighting in the war.
Perhaps  I’ll not see my brother any more.
I am alone with a stranger
who says “Call me mum”.
I am so confused –
I want to go home.
My new ‘mum’ is very kind to me
but I am bewildered;
I am only three.
I don’t think my real mum
cares any more.
She’s not been to see me
and I’ll soon be FOUR.


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1 Response to Evacuee

  1. Peter Baxendale says:

    Very moving

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