I thought that readers may wish to see this poem, written by an evacuee, Joan Ozanne.
It describes her feelings on the day that she left her home in Guernsey in June 1940, to
be evacuated to England. She did not return home for five years.
My childhood was left inside.
when I closed my bedroom door.
In the hall, distraught, father waits, mother weeps.
The dog unaware, wags his tail
and licks the tears from my face.
Reluctantly we speed to the harbour.
The smell of tobacco smoke on
father’s jacket will remain with me.
On the ship we say goodbye, perhaps forever.
I feel empty like a shell
(c) Joan Ozanne
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