Arriving by Michael Rosen

The guns stopped.
The bombs stopped.
The world was broken.
People were broken.
Millions of people had no home,
millions of people were far from home.

One of them was called Michael. 
He was alone.

No father, no mother. 
Alone amongst millions. 
What now?

He had an address.

He had a cousin in England.

So, one day,

some time after the guns and bombs 
had stopped,

a woman called Sylvia was in her house 
when the doorbell rang.

Out of all the family 
out there,

where the camps had been, 
he was the only one

who had survived.

Now he was standing on the 
doorstep.

He was the only one 
who had arrived.

And he stayed and stayed.

And where he stayed 
he made his home.