This poet was a friend of mine who sadly died two days ago.
He wrote this poem for his parents who were killed in the holocaust.
THE CONSTANT PRESENCE by Eric Donner
There you are
One hundred and ten today
Living in a cemetery
Unknown to man
An oven speck
On the map of time.
Yet there you are
Beside me
Ahead
Beyond the bushes
At the tree bark
In a choir
Of glistening buttercups.
Near the forest edge
You lie with me
In tall grass
On warmed earth;
You press my hand
Eternity descends
Disguised
As it always is.