Mum, Dad, why did you…?: A poem 

Mum, why did you come with Mandeville bells?  In their white `evil’ colour, my sorrow swells  Why should I always face imminent death?  When with each new birth I have humbly met  Dad your baby’s breath leaves me out of breath  All these vestments of sacrifice, I can’t forget  I am growing older with everyContinue reading “Mum, Dad, why did you…?: A poem “