24 NOVEMBER 1990, Page 41
Mother
When I was young they told me It was my lack of years Which made her death so piercingly bitter.
What cause for tears Can they offer now, for the self-same grief, To the grey hair round my ears?
When I was young they told me It was my lack of years Which made her death so piercingly bitter.
What cause for tears Can they offer now, for the self-same grief, To the grey hair round my ears?