In our village back then
We had few old husbands and wives
Living very lovely together.
You would probably see bright lights
Flying around, still normal families.
We were their great grand children.
The old woman said on some dinner:
Do you know how happy I was
When he returned back from the Second World War when twenty seven million didn't.
All four years every moment, every second
I was thinking about him, how he was.
Forgiving everything forever.
And really, how it is to be able to even look every morning, afternoon, evening, night
Someone you like and love.
To talk, laugh, smile, have little children...
