They bombed our Chippy

[Tiger the Lion]

no comments bar i'm not sure who grace is. other than that i see the football match between british and german soldiers who cam out of the trenches to spare a brief moment of time away from the war. it's a quite retrospective poem as i'm sure it would have been afterwards for those who took part.

the refrain is okay but i'd like a bit more understanding of it...i do realize it could just be me that understand it.
the first two lines could use a better end rhyme.

They bombed our Chippy


On this one uncontested inch,
let us stop to remember this:
Grace ain't forgetting.

If there's football on Christmas Day,
I couldn't watch if we couldn't play,
but Grace ain't forgetting.

So even if this too should pass-
over the painted jamb on our house of glass,
Grace ain't forgetting.

And the football on that Christmas Day,
was played almost like children play,
but Grace ain't forgetting.

Grace is not forgetting.
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Thank you for reading and commenting Billy. This is really just a sketch of a relationship. Thanks for the retro policing, I wouldn't presume to write about a WW. It's really only a metaphor for a truce, but I think I blew it with the title. I was too eager with it to realize it brings the war idea to the forefront rather than the background. I tried to be compact with this and may have squeezed a little too much out.