New Eyes

Stepping off the boat
Back in nineteen forty something
With the promise of my mother
Still a gleam in Grandpa’s eye

Leaving hot sun and the in-laws
Back in Africa with siblings
Upping sticks as far as England
To find other trades to ply

With poor London half-demolished
Ration coupons in new handbag
Grandma clutching at her husband
With so many things to buy

As we sift through theatre programmes
From their first few years together
How I wonder how they saw my city
Looking through new eyes