War Bride Poem by Hope Bridgewater (Museum use only)

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English
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Restricted
Accession Number: 
S2017.549.1
Story Text: 

A Wentworth Valley War BrideBy Hope Bridgewater
Sirens and bombings were part of the night
As the Nazis hit Britain with all of their might;
Fire, death, and destruction first met our sight
Looking outside in the dawn’s early light.
Canadian heroes came to our shore
To aid in the fight of this desperate war;
Their Lancaster bombers helped turn the tide
As Canadians bravely came to our side.
A Canadian airman lay wounded in bed
This time when I saw him I thought he was dead;
As he opened his eyes, he caught hold of my hand
“Here I lie helpless; I can’t even stand!
In case I don’t make it, I’ve something to say
I love you, my princess, with each passing day
I thought I was dying and then I heard your prayer
With you sitting beside me in that little chair.”
True, again and again I had prayed as a nurse
In hoping his pain would never get worse
His bravery and joking were his coping skill
And all his belief in God’s will.
“O, God, help this man in his painful ordeal
As nurse I implore you to hear this appeal
He’s brave and he’s noble in fighting this war
Dear God, let him live many years more.”
And Stephen grew well as time ticked away
Handsome and stronger on each passing day;
Then, came the day with our wedding bells ringing
His Lancaster crew were cheering and singing.
Days passed into autumn as Stephen grew strong
Saying,” I’ll go into battle where I belong
Death may await me in that Lancaster plane
God willing, I’ll make it without being slain.”
When the Nazis were crushed and the war declared ended
The role of the Lancaster crew was commended;
The crew flying homeward bade England farewell
My husband now gone, my loneliness hell.
On the ship Aquitania, I came across the ocean
Saw Pier Twenty-One with tears of emotion;
United again, we drove to the valley
To a welcoming crowd and a blissful finale.