By the bowling green my Dad would talk
In 1952 he still could walk
We spent the afternoon in Willows Park
At least there were some sparrows
Life was stark
He wore a jacket made of thinning tweed
He smoked cheap cigarettes I love their smell
Though they killed you Daddy I know well.
I did not understand that God was frail
I prayed for you but all to no avail.
The Jews in Auschwitz must have prayed at first
Then singing Kaddish stumbled to their deaths
God cannot be judged though humans can.
Everyone’ a person like I am
Every person is another world
In its Imagination Europe failed
Could Daddy have been saved for ten more years?
Does even the best neighbour really care?
Few will help us mourn the ones we lost
Weeping all alone we pay the costs
How my heart sings 