How Are The Children? Poem by david lessard

There is no pain now, only a numbness...
There are no tears now, just a sadness...
There is no anger now, but some unrest...
There is no hatred now, but some regret...


There is no heartbreak now, just a dull ache...
There is no bitterness now, just a sour taste in the mouth...


I can assure you...I've forgiven and forgotten,
You can be at ease, I have 'buried the hatchet.'
You've got your new life and I've gone on with mine -
It's ancient history now, water under the bridge...
I've only one question for you...

How are the children?