By Jen Larkin
With each new year
We send our hopes
For solid research
Far and near
Surely one day,
Somewhere, sometime
A light will shine
And lift the grey
Our efforts won’t
Have been in vain
When others can live
Without our pain
So many years –
So many lives –
Such loss and grief.
Too late for me I’m sure,
Yet still there’s hope
For those to come
Belief, understanding,
Answers, cure?
JL 2019