David with his Dad's medals, he refers to spitfires in the poem - alongside Michael Swanson's Evening Flight painting of Johnnie Johnson's Spitfire MK IX. Kenley (Canadian) Wing, Summer 1943

VE Day

I wasn’t born on VE Day

The day the nation got to play

The day my parents celebrated

With my siblings four

I wasn’t born to that next year

So I missed the cakes and the cheer

They didn’t drink so they had no beer

They just were glad of no more war



I wasn’t born to that next year

I suppose I brought them some more cheer

Though I grew up wild and drank some beer

They loved me just the same

Tales of daring filled that time

Spitfires and Hurricanes so sublime

Comic books and nursery rhymes

Set my mind aflame



My childhood memories are so sweet

Though I missed that party in the street

With the bunting and the lemonade

I’m sure some tears were shed 

Not all came home to feel that bliss

A family hug, a lovers kiss

No we must remember those who missed

So a thought for them instead.



My dad he never made a fuss

Though he dodged some bullets in desert dust

Then helped to free old Italy 

Before his de-mob day

His medals now I proudly keep

Locked in the room were I now sleep

Though I think of him and often weep

At things I meant to say.



Those years were hard there was no stuff

The rationing was still quite tough

No jobs for men’s dreams to fulfil 

And bitter winters chill

We made it through though thanks to them

Those brave obedient trusting men

Things soon improved through toil and strain

Mums working in the mill



No I wasn’t born on VE Day

But looking back give thanks and pray

For all the good times that we shared

From that day unto now

That generation was the best 

These words I must get off my chest

We truly are the ones so blessed

So all you veterans take a bow!

8 May 2020

I’m a 74 year old retired engineer who lives in County Down N. Ireland. I’m now a widower since 2018. I have two children and three grandchildren who all live in the same area. My poetry experience started when I realised I had a knack for amusing rhyming verses regarding people in the office etc. I was then in demand for retirement poems and wedding receptions. I was raised in a Christian home and came to faith at a young age. Like a lot of young folk I was tempted by worldly things. Although during this time I never forgot my commitment and prayed for forgiveness and read my bible when I could. During my wife’s long illness I determined to commit myself fully once more and I started to attend church services again. I have recently attempted to try and write poems that could help others in their faith although I’m far from prolific. My style is still simplistic and generally rhyming.