London 1 - 2

The weather was changing into bright sun,

the helicopter was flying for our safety,

and the planes were bringing people all over the world.

So many people parading,

so many people remembered.

All nationalities in the public.

London at it's best....

History remembered....

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During a short break in the program,

I asked the policeman 

if I was allowed to cross the street

to go to my daughter.

'No!!'

'Allow me to explain, please.'

So I told him, and he asked his boss,

and a huge man in uniform 

came to fetch me and my son

and accompanied me

across the street,

and kindly opened the fence for me.

Thanks!!!

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Daughter!

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I was welcomed back at my former place

by a smile of Andy,

and a nice hello,

of my unknown London friend.

The americans wanted to hear how I was doing,

the woman who didn't allow me

to sit down on the ledge of the wall

out of fear I might stand in front,

sniffed her nose and ignored me.

And the italian army officer, 

gave me a wink.

Great!

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