SPITFIRE BRIDE

SPITFIRE BRIDE

It was long ago in a time of war when I was young,

I can’t believe it was part of my life, but yes it was, that I’m sure.

You see, I was a Spitfire bride due to be married later that day.

He flew before dinner and got two bombers. I was so proud –

my man was a fighter pilot at only 21.

As they flew off again I couldn’t wait to see him again

but he never came home –

he died by a Messerschmitt’s guns.

He has no known grave except in the summer skies of long ago.

I never did love again – I’m hoping one day he’ll come home.

Till then I’m a Spitfire bride.