Vera Lynn I was a child of the post-war Baby Boom So I never heard you sing Your songs for the troops in Europe Or wherever they were. My mother sang your songs to us when we travelled in the car. So I heard them first from her. Her voice was natural and true Trained by singing along with the radio Sitting at home waiting For my father To return from the war. Cars were large in those days Especially the back seat There was room for social distancing For three pairs of hands and feet. But we sat there very quietly Just listening to your song We didn’t know where we were going But we knew it wouldn’t take long. My mother’s voice soothed us With the sounds of your words She and my father looked at each other Remembering what they had endured. They were a very happy couple. “ We’ll Meet Again Don’t know when don’t know how, But I know we’ll meet again, Some sunny day.”