Standing on the London platform age 5
The rough string holding your gas mask cuts into your neck
The rough string carrying your name and number flutters as the train pulls in
Worn out teddy bear under one arm
Childs suitcase in the other
Your mother lifts you onto the train
And you will not feel her arms Around you for a million years it seems
This was my mother
So breakable, so unseen
We carried you
You were a huge responsibility.