When we’re chilled by illness or bereaved
Memories, shatter,seem to drown us
The mind’s door swings the evil scenes retrieved
Children have no power
Adults fearful,wild,seem callous
Whether they were ill or sad, bereaved.
By Europe’s many vicious wars deranged
Children felt the cold and heartless malice
Now dreaded early memories are retrieved
The eye and soul mature are less constrained
Yet we fear like children do
When we’re felled by illness or bereaved
Adults have the power to look, conceive
Our minds are broader we know values
Despite the dreaded early memory
It’s hard to watch new suffering on the News
Echoes shake our hearts till black and blue.
When we’re felled by illness or bereaved
With patience may we tolerate unease
How my heart sings 