Making Old Bones Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Old man, frail and ill, sitting on a park bench
Suffering with blood pressure and anthric joints
Feeding pigeons, throwing down bread
From cheese sandwiches he made himself.
Children playing on swings and roundabouts
Parents watch, hearts proud so full of love
Wondering what the future holds for them.
Old man remembers beloved wife, long dead,
Killed with their children by Hitler's flying bomb
While he was a soldier away serving overseas.
His mind was shattered with shock returning home
And finding his house in rubble with family in graves.
Hears now in his mind echoing voices of the dead
And tearfully whispers, "We'll be together again."