There is still so much good

Dear Editor,

These are hard and despairing days.

Theodore Roethke wrote: “In a dark time the eye begins to see…”

There is still so much good. I wrote a poem

Grandchildren At Play

the grandchildren are joyous around me

they laugh play tickle my neck

last night silence lay in wait

except one harsh sound of a night bird

frightening me making me think of death

after all this time after so much life

a thin moon sailing in a black sky

was not beautiful a scudding storm of rain

came soon afterwards shaking  my home  my heart

generations vanish like the morning dew

but now the grandchildren are joyous around me

they tumble me with bright pillows

Yours faithfully,

Ian McDonald