As life moves swiftly onwards
The story behind the poem
This poem was written by my wife Lin's father who died
about 30 years ago. He was a journalist living in Czechoslovakia when
World War II broke out. He was on the hit list and escaped just in time,
leaving his wife and young child behind, hoping to return shortly. He
walked, yes, walked, to the English channel almost getting shot
climbing over a fence on the way. There he got on a boat and landed in
England where, being German-speaking and having no papers he was
interned on the Isle of Man. At the end of the war he was released but
without papers couldn't then return to Czech to be re-united with his
wife, she couldn't leave Czech and they ended up having to get
divorced. Then he met Lin's mum as his English teacher, they got
married and had two daughters. He died of cancer while Lin and her
sister were still quite young. by
Graham Lane on behalf of Rudolph Prade, his father-in-law Read the poem
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