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Vera Lynn     I was a child of the post-war Baby Boom    So I never heard you sing    Your songs…

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Vera Lynn

I was a child of the post-war Baby Boom

So I never heard you sing

Your songs for the troops in Europe
Or wherever they were.

My mother sang your songs to us when we travelled in the car.

So I heard them first from her.

Her voice was natural and true
Trained by singing along with the radio

Sitting at home waiting

For my father

To return from the war.

Cars were large in those days

Especially the back seat

There was room for social distancing

For three pairs of hands and feet.

But we sat there very quietly

Just listening to your song
We didn’t know where we were going But we knew it wouldn’t take long.

My mother’s voice soothed us
With the sounds of your words
She and my father looked at each other
Remembering what they had endured.

They were a very happy couple.

“ We’ll Meet Again
Don’t know when don’t know how,
But I know we’ll meet again,
Some sunny day.”


Vera Lynn 
 
 I was a child of the post-war Baby Boom
 
 So I never heard you sing
 
 Your songs…
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