Come here Joaquin

There is time for a coffee

Before our flight is called

We are visiting so many cities

In the next twenty four days


My grandfather was a part

Of a bomber crew

Whose plane was shot down

Over some English fields

He was the only survivor

As a rare forest broke his fall

When he was found

He expected the worse

As from his station

The cities still burned

But after dressing his wound

My grandfather was offered

A cup of tea and a digestive

By an older woman

Who identified herself as Bunty

We are all siblings

Underneath the noise

She said as the authorities arrived


It was because of Bunty

That my grandfather

Was received

He survived the war

And married his nurse

And my father was born


Who told you that story

The pilot of our plane

He shared a name

With his grandfather

It is similar to mine

Joachim

It does not have

A feminine

And does not translate

Easily into other languages