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
We were like the Holy Family
So the chaplain said
The ward like Bethlehem’s stable
Two parents wrapt with their child
But the child was dead.
You reminded him somehow of Mary
The messiah spread across her
As our child lay in your arms now
Limp and dead.
What’s the line from Eliot
About seeing birth and seeing death
And thinking they were different?
In the silence life and death
Seemed only a breath apart.
The child in my mind’s eye manger
Wears a crown of thorns.