This is the last poem swim wife had published before her MS took her pen away.
People speak in irony every day
or maybe just opposites...maybe lies
they say they love you
with contempt in their eyes
and they smile at you
Children play in the streets
and they look so innocent, untouched
it's a shame they have to grow up to
worry about tomorrow
if there is one
History is destined to repeat itself
so it seems
ghosts from the past haunt you in
your dreams every night
and you wake up screaming.