As someone of a certain age I know quite a lot about the world wars. I read books and stories of battles, victories and defeats. My step grandfather was also a concentration camp survivor who was originally from the Ukraine.
This poem tells a story of a different kind of hero, those who strive and toil to keep their family and loved ones safe. It's not a tale that is often told and I think it's only right that the efforts of these special people are recognised.
Michael has shared something in this poem that is quite special and is such a fitting tribute to someone he clearly loved.
The people living through those times had little what with rationing and shortages and faced stresses and loss of homes and loved ones yet they rallied around shared more and showed so much courage and love to each other than the people of today. There are so many good lessons that todays society can learn from the elderly. All my best wishes Milly x