The pitter-patter of the rain
Now dancing on my windowpane
Reminds me of that long ago
Forgotten game of tell and show.
Oh what great fun we all had then
I do not think that I was ten
We lived our lives from day to day
Simplicity that was our way.
Depression had not loosed its grip
Our world much like a sinking ship
The war had not yet reached our shore
Though it was gnawing at the door.
And when it came none was prepared
For most believed it wasn’t there
Like all our games of show and tell
In truth it all went straight to hell !
Claire V. Bogdanos 