Do you question who my tears are for,
All my loving friends who’ll come no more,
Those who challenged all my fantasy
With these faded visions I still see ?
Faces haunt me both the night and day
I can’t shrink their images away,
No matter if it is great or small
Sad because they can no longer call !
I loved the tenure of their wise speech
And the bridge to freedom they could breach
I’d be grateful if we’d meet again
God choose the day, I’ll do where and when !
Claire V. Bogdanos 