Here the children lie
Placed by their parents side by side
Never to play or laugh again
A silent ache that never mends.
Here Mamma and Papa lie silent
Their coffins buried beneath green bowers
Brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles
Sharing their eternity of grief together.
And yet we continue, you and I
We don’t know how or which or why we’re alive
Spared for no good reason we can ever know
Waiting our turn to be mourned in our own good time.