Monday, June 27, 2016

Boxing Day 1972

Quickly they rise and move down the hall
Into the lounge where the streamers did fall
The girl is just six, eight is the boy
And another load fell on Hanoi.

They gather their presents all strewn on the floor
Too early for noise, the boy shuts the door
Whispering softly they muffle their joy
And another load fell on Hanoi.


Down in the basement they huddle in fear
The father is silent, the mother in tears
The children, wide-eyed, just cling to their toys
As another load falls on Hanoi.

The basement not built to withstand such force
Explodes in fire and then is no more
The girl was just six, eight was the boy
When another load fell on Hanoi.