Aren't you a lucky girl? Going on that big boat. Where to? America. Where's that? A long way across the sea. Who will look after me? Daddy’s sister, An auntie you have never seen. I don't want to go. You are a lucky girl. I don't want to go! If you cry like that You won't have any tea. I could not stop, was sent to bed until I could be good. As the tears subsided I heard the chink of tea cups, The sounds of eating. I wiped my face, winced downstairs into a gaze of condemnation, Guilty, naughty, lucky girl. The boat was full of lucky children. I found the lounge and Cunard stationery. Dear Mum and Dad, The boat is nice. I'll be allrite. Don't miss me. That boat crossed safely but one in the convoy, bound for Canada full of German prisoners, was torpedoed. The next boatload of children was sunk.