Back home

1st January 1945

"I'm afraid I'm not adapting myself to this life, instead of trying to live here I'm just existing in dreams of the past"

I struggle to sketch the lines

that take me back home

to revert my memory back to old times

To friends and faces I have known

The crumbling led in my pencil

mirrors my state of mind

I wish I had a map from which I could stencil

Or a dot to dot to be my guide.

I rack my brain, trying to piece the puzzle together

My house number 7 Sycamore Avenue

My room with the light on but is anybody home?

Rusted gate, blue front door.  I struggle to recall any more.

Alder Avenue, Peelhouse Lane,

Kingsway, the bridge

All links in the chain

Which help me to feel like I'm home again.