In memory of Peter Andrew Green 09/03/85 – 21/05/85 ‘Riddle of Destiny, who can show, what thy short life meant or know? – Charles Lamb

Born in March

Taken in May

Limp and lifeless

Rue the day.

Breathing life in you

Only brought hours

The pain and the grief

Forever ours.


For SouldierGirl and everyone who has known the grief of losing a child.

My grief first borne was like

A wound fresh made that bled

And nought could stem its  flow.

But as it healed

I’d pick the scab

And want to see it red.

I feared that if it healed you see

I’d have to let you go.


The wound I bore

Has hardened now

I wear it as a scar

I run my fingers down its length

And know an inner strength.