Thursday, January 16

A Poem for Thursday..."The loss".

We thought
That maybe we had lost her
On the day
They blew up the BBC building
In the middle of the city.
Her office
With it's ancient glass roof
Abutted the back wall.
Saving the Company
A need
To make her office more substantial.
She never complained.
She was a lady who lunches.
And so it was on that day.
Though no thanks to the army
Who didn't like to make their way
Down the darkened alley
Into her lonely room.
Only the jolly aunt called
Before the detonator blew it all up
And gave her the..."Let's go Mary".

We thought
That maybe we had lost him
On the day
They targeted children
Near MacDonalds on Bridge Street.
He was selling his cheery mugs
And all those other titles in between,
Hawking his wares
In the shopping mall.
But the second bomb was at Boots
Where the children had run for safety.
So it missed him.
And he
Jolly as ever,
Found solace in the Town Hall
Where his son discovered him later.
And with northern canniness
Shrugged and said
"Glad you're safe dad".


  1. Oh Gerry - this poem says it all about the troubles and the awful worry of it.

    1. thankyou Pat...and they say...peace peace!!

  2. The American version would be mass murders every other day and child killings on the days in between.

  3. ugh...its a vicious world that we live in...and you never know when it will be your last day...too many crazies out to make their mark....

  4. Well I sighed in relief ~ Too much hate in this world ~

  5. The anxiety one goes thru not knowing if a love one is dead or alive when something of this magnitude happens has to be excruciating...felt..

  6. peace is a gentleman's agreement - war, even when we fear to name it - is a spoiled child grown into a man.

    1. Oh dear a 60s girl I might say that gentlemen are few and far between!!!...but you have said it truly...spoiled children acting more like children than children...thankyou for this.

    2. Thankyou all who sent comments on this...the world is a messy place and it's up to each one of us to try and clear up the chaos on our own patches....with peace and kindness.

  7. Oh my this took me back to the bad old days, pre mobile, waiting to hear from my husband to see if he'd survived a couple of times during the London bombing days.

    1. Oh dear...sorry to hear...Belfast and Warrington etc ...bad days!!!

  8. Sigh..too much violence and madness. I just joined your blogroll. :)

    1. Thankyou for the follow are right ...too too much!


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