Buns & Bombs
by Julie Boden
In Foleshill, through the flames of April’s blitz
we stepped the cracked path of those ticking bombs,
called in the baker’s shop on Eagle Street,
collapsed at Hearshall Common, eating buns.
November took our house and days grew grim,
our family split, my uncle took me in.
But there, at Westwood Heath, days soon grew sweet
with picnics, eggs and vegetables to eat.
Sunday roasts, home cooking every day
will fuel the love that helps you on your way.