• She peered out her window,
    how she to wishes to go.
    She can hear the siren continue,
    and see the danger brew.


    Tears splash on the sill,
    she cannot go at her will.
    Supper proves to be a task,
    nothing more the food in a flask.

    Woken by the touch of her mother,
    her brother Mitch stood beside her.
    Telling her the war was over,
    the relief was sweet,
    like pavalova.

    She limped to her window again,
    ignoring the striking pain.
    Last night she had a dream,
    of a Christmas white as cream.
    But as she looked around,
    greys and blacks covered the ground.

    Downstairs underneathe a small pine tree,
    sat her family of three.
    But underneathe rest only two gifts,
    one for her and one for Mitch.

    "But where are your presents?"
    she suddenly asked parents.
    "We dont need a gift you see"
    Her father sat her on his knee.

    "We got our present without sending a letter,
    we just wished,

    For you to get better"

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