Sunday, 3 February 2013

Battle of Stalingrad poem


My mother, Connie Rosen, née Isakofsky
fought at the Battle of Stalingrad
on our kitchen table.
Her hands moved to an' fro 
round the plates, in and out of the salt and pepper.

She told it so that it was thanks to Stalingrad
the whole world had survived
her dreams that the world could be better
had survived
she had survived.