A little world, a new world,love invents
With a warm embrace we pay the rent
The work is easy when we start to pay.
Our little world gets bigger day by day.
The central heating is the warmth of life.
Yet when we’re betrayed we feel the knife.
Why does rage and helplessness cause grief?
If my love is stolen, who’s the thief?
The excitement of the new, romantic love.
Is this real like heaven up above?
It seems that marriage takes such work to grow
Even little problems make us foes
Remember Toby and his little boy.
The Cancer took his life when Fred was four.
His wife was bearing him another child
Jack was yet unborn, when Toby died.
I saw Jack dancing with his brother Fred.
We are each other’s family, Alice said.
Three seems more significant than two.
Thank you Toby for the love we knew
At the schoolgate pregnant Alice stood
No other mother spoke, yet she made good.
How my heart sings 