The Bunker walled on every side with concrete

Taking out time, walking down the steps.

The look on his face was sweet,

The boy look around the room and preps,

Questioning what he’ll do with all this treasure,

Crates and crates of so much food

This is where we will finally feel some pleasure -

Unlike the other house where everyone was nude.

Tomatoes, peaches, beans, apricots

The boy has to come down

We’re feeling free in space, call us astronauts.

Showing my boy the entire house, just walking around.

He has never seen anything like this,

But, I’m showing him that we will live.

This is just one step till it all fits

Barely any headroom for them to give

Holding my boy by hand.

“The richness of a vanished world”

So grateful for this wonderland

The first box was our dreamworld.