Aftermath

There’s a candle in a window in a house not far from here.
There’s a woman on her sofa who’s to shocked to shed a tear.
There’s a photo on her mantle of a happy bride and groom.
There’s a dark pervading sadness that is present in her room.
There’s a newsman on the TV who is almost too stunned to speak.
There are firemen bravely moving over rubble as they seek.
There’s a family reunited with such happiness and relief.
There’s a world strongly united by horror and disbelief.
There are pictures all around her of her world brought to an end.
There’s her heart, just newly broken, that no amount of time will mend.
There are statesmen speaking strongly of a world that’s now at war.
There’s a child, who’s newly orphaned, standing lonely by her door.
And it doesn’t matter why or who or what brought us to this strife,
The child has lost his father and she’s a widow, not a wife.

© H Griffin