Memorial 1968

 

Taking it all in, numbly

It's no surprise to me

Still I don't feel that it's real
Not knowing why there's no feeling

Blankness inside, not even depressing

Just spinning like a wheel

On this train up home
Chilling to my bones

I can almost hear her crying

After so many years

Endless rivers of tears

Flowing down her wrinkled face
No one can help her

In her grief for him

Overheard her whispering

Forgive him Lord his sins

 

(c)Rhumour 1968