We shall not see death
He promised us it would be so
and yet we die, and die
Perhaps we must die blind
and only see once more
when we are raised
to a new life
which is a different life
We do not go back
We do not get back
what has been lost
The past may be restored, but it is not
restored to us. It will not be
recovered. This was what
I understood
My name is written in the book
where he has countersigned
my widowhood
Originally entitled simply Magdalena - see the note to Magdalena (later).
Included in Poems 3.
Stephen Halliday 