Tag: Son

The rain in the bow

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She was someone’s daughter.
He was someone’s son.
What bitter hate was this
to deny love and end laughter?

What horror they must have seen!
What fear they must have felt!
What torment they must have known!
What a night it must have been!

Her father must be fading away
His mother must be bereft
To know their children suffered
For no reason but loving their way.

Chemotherapy

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Birds outside this room
Fly so completely free –
Oh, what do they know
Of chemotherapy?
They are part of Nature –
Which is just fire and ice –
With no manmade notions
Of virtue or of vice –
So ignorant they fly –
I wish I could too –
With no view of life
And of death no clue.