Daddy’s across the seas

And will be back at an unknown date

My mommy’s in the factories

She always stays until very, very late

 

My sister’s off with momma

My brother’s off to war

I’m all alone at my house

I’ve only got myself to account for

 

My uncle had come back

He could hardly even walk

With just one foot and a cane

And something called “Shell Shock”

 

“Food will win the war” they had said -

“Meatless Mondays” -

The restrictions were growing -

And even “Wheatless Wednesdays”

 

“Food was becoming scarce”, momma told me

As we put back half of my dinner plate

Then the next thing that started to drop

Was my very own body weight

 

My arms missed my poppa

My stomach growled for food

When will this all cease?

When will this conclude?

 

This war is doing nothing for me

I can’t see its help

My life has turned upside down

It’s the hurt that I’ve felt.