I raise my eyes from the detritus of death, 
To take a deep breath on this gay May day.
The light, even in these northern climes,
Lifts my spirits, relieves me from dwelling
on my losses, encourages me to give thanks
for all that I still have. I am glad to be alive,
No survivor's guilt, a lilt to my words today.
I see colours both sudued and majestic,
Hear the birds whistle as they work,
Watch the children scoot along the paths,
Hear them laugh loud & raucously 
Heaven sent glimmers of all that life could be,
 if only we had eyes to see;
I slip away soundlessly.