Rain in Aberfan.

[cornirog]

We peel the caterpillars
from Poplar trees,
gather frozen cobwebs
this frosty morn

and only eight years
old the fates
already formulated
roads of destiny.

Rain falls across
the empty playground
void – childless now-
a screaming silence.

Shadows of mums and dads
stall, unrecoverable,
and waste a few more hours
a few more days.

[pitsparky]

Very Moving,

I used to work at Seghill Colliery with a welder called Alan Regan and his brother was Dennis Regan who was the village Policeman in Aberfan, he had two children and lost one in the disaster, the other survived because of being absent through illness.

Malcolm.