My Memories Birthday- (70 years on)

6th June 1944

I was only two and a bit,
but I remember you.
In that you flew over little me,
I saw the sky filled with planes.

The ones towed behind,
never to return again.
As the soldiers that they held,
to save us, not themselves.

I cry for you even now.
They have told me all my life,
that you gave yours.
Without thought so freely.

My memory could not see,
the pain in body and mind.
Where death stalked you,
to save those left behind

I heard of you later,
they told me each year.
As the time passed by,
that day you were no more.

If my memory could hold you,
forever, there high up in that sky
You see I was so tiny,
all I can do is Cry

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I must have been in the garden at home when the aircraft flew over all I can really remember is the noise and the sky filled with those aircraft with white bands under their wings. Will they be remembered 70 years from now?????????

Review Request Direction: How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Leicestershire, Ex Moonraker, GBR

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Comments

good reflection and soliloquy

Emeka

thanks for your visit to this one, it appears every year with just the number changing, as you will have noticed it has reached seventy.
I must have been out in the garden as a very young child, and the whole sky was filled with aircraft and gliders with those white bands on their underside, it is a date in history and I can only know by the happenings of that time.
I was a bit young to have a memory that would stay with me but it happened and it is still like yesterday.
The poem is like a thank you to all those that were there above my head, I would not have understood but I do now and thank them for these Seventy years of freedom I have had..
Take care, Yours Ian.T