The veil of present sifting
Always sifting through the past.
Isn’t she like her mother!
Such a joker, always laughing!
Blonde hair and so keen on the boys!
Hope she doesn’t end up in trouble!
I remember being stuck in a tram
Stuck in a tram during an air raid
On the Pont de Pierre
Nothing to be done but sit and hope.
Two kilometers away down the river.
If they missed French lives were lost.
It is still there built by slave labour.
Impossible to destroy even now!
Thousands of tons of concrete reinforced
With railway lines. The bombs bounced
Off the roof when they hit directly.
Now a marine base and exhibition centre
With many coloured flags, modern art
And children playing. So different
From that dark night many years ago.
That I remember and which colours the present.
So when I am gone, who will remember?
Will some one carry the flame of that night
For those who died for us to be free.
Text Geoff Clements
French translation,: thanks, Anne Marie Clements