In World War Two this place was run
\nby millions of single mums;
\nwho tried not to think about the fact
\ntheir husbands might not be coming back.<\/p>\n
They worked in homes and factories
\nwith welding torch and on their knees
\nto scrub the floors and pray to God
\nto keep their men above the sod.<\/p>\n
And if the letters ceased for weeks
\nthey grinned and bent their backs to seek
\nsome way to make the horror pass
\nuntil a bundle came at last:<\/p>\n
a vent for joy and time to make
\na hoarded flour and sugar cake
\nwith rationed tea and powdered soup
\nto toast the King and all that poop.<\/p>\n
For war was time that women lived
\nlike men until the war was done
\nand back they came: time to forgive
\nand laugh and give back all they’d won.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In World War Two this place was run by millions of single mums; who tried not to think about the fact their husbands might not be coming back. They worked in homes and factories with welding torch and on their … Continue reading