A Cold, Dark Spring Day In France

Words can still not convey

How much shock and sorrow

Is felt for so many lives that

Now reside amongst the angelic

French Alps.

 
How can an alluring, vibrant

Place to visit, where people

Can enjoy days filled with fun

And activities in the crisp, clear

Mountain air – glorious scenery,

Full of white, pure snow,where

Inspiration is born for writers,

Where films are made against

A fairytale backdrop, become a

Disconsolate place full of tears

And dark cries for succour?

 
Hearts bleeding for ones who

Never had a choice.Questions

That never will be answered –

So many 'what if's' for families

And friends torn apart,now in a

Constant whirl of, ‘Why, oh why,

My love one's were chosen?

 
Only if you were in their world

Could you fully understand how

Their days and nights will be spent,

Endless hours of tormented hell.

 
No words can change the destruction

That’s in our path, or bring back those

important lives now lifeless across

Estrop Mountain.And although we

Can no longer hug or call them,now

Angels of our sky.We can remember

Them, when we lie quietly alone with

Our thoughts, with lots of smiles,

Praise and grace,for all

They brought To us, and this...

Our precious life.