5 year olds, sitting under our desks.
Waiting for the sirens to stop.
We thought that we were so safe.
No enemy bombs could find us.
Now that I think about it,
We weren’t scared.
It was just a way of life for us.
No one would let anything bad happen to us,
Now, would they?
We just knew that we were very well protected,
And surrounded by those who cared so much for us.
Yeah, right. Protected.
By a flimsy piece of wood,
That touched the top of our little heads!
The Nuns told us to say a
“Good ‘Act of Contrition’ ” at bedtime.
Just in case we never awoke
From our deep and innocent sleep…
Long after we crawled into
Our nice and warm little beds!
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