THE EVACUEE

I’ve packed my clothes, my Sunday best,
(There is no room for all the rest).
I’ve packed my memories in my head,
at night I’ll share em with my ted.
I’ve left my home my own bedroom,
I’ve left the smell of mum’s perfume.
I’ve left my mum she had to stay,
I wish she was with me here today.
I’ve left my bike my pride and joy,
I couldn’t bring my favourite toy.
I’ve left my friends and all I know,
I wish I didn’t have to go.