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HELEN AND YOU AND THE TRUTH.

Across the road

from the underground station

next to the Christian tabernacle

you sat with Helen

 

on the standing wall

of a bombed out house

she clutched her doll

Battered Betty

 

looking around her

I've never been

on this bomb site before

she said

 

the people who lived here

must have been really scared

if they heard the siren in time

they may have got out

 

but some didn't of course

you said

trying to imagine

what the houses looked like

 

before the bombing

how the gardens

may have been well kept

may have had vegetables

 

and flowers growing

in the small beds

at the back of the house

a lady my mum knew

 

got blown up

and all they found

was her hand

with her wedding ring

 

still there

Helen said

******** up her nose

making her thick lens glasses

 

move on her nose

my mum said

she and her stepfather

used to hide

 

under the large oak table

in the kitchen

if they got caught out

by the bombing

 

you said

and Mum said her stepfather's bottom

was sticking out

at one end of the table

 

Helen laughed

you liked it when she laughed

it made dimples in her cheeks

and her eyes lit up

 

behind her glasses

best not tell Mum

I've been on the bomb site

Helen said

 

she said they're dangerous places

they are

you said

but hell what would life be

 

without a bit of danger?

what does your dad say

when you tell him

you've been on the bomb sites?

 

she asked

rocking Battered Betty

in her arms

nothing much

 

except not to wear

my best clothes on there

is that all?

she said

 

yes pretty much

you said

what about your mum?

you looked at her

 

her hair tied in two pigtails

her eyes large

beyond the lens

she says be careful

 

not to climb

you said

but you do

Helen said

 

you did it just now

to get up here

yes I know that

and you know that

 

but my mum needn't

you said

banging the back

of your shoes

 

on the wall gently

don't you tell

your mum everything

you do?

 

she asked

I do

you frowned

I try not to worry her

 

you said

doesn't she asked

what you've done or been?

yes but I needn't

 

tell her everything

you said

she has enough worries

without me adding to them

 

I think it best

I imagine other places

or things done

to keep her

 

from worrying

Helen shook her head

you have a strange

sense of truth

 

she said

holding Betty tight

to her chest

her chin resting

 

on the doll's head

how about an ice cream

at Baldy's​​​?

you said

 

Baldy's?

she said

where is Baldy's​?

the grocer shop

 

before you get

to the railway bridge

down Rockingham Street

you said

 

the owner is as bald as a coot

she laughed

ok

she said

 

and so you both

climbed down

from the wall

and walked down

 

and along

to the subway

and on to the shop

to get ice creams

 

she smiling

with her battered doll

you with your cowboy

shooting dreams.

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