OPEN LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE USA MR BILL CLINTON
OPEN LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE USA
MR. BILL CLINTON
Dear Sir,
As the mother of one of the walking wounded I received an invitation to meet you at Omagh Leisure Centre. I wish to thank you for making it such a memorable occasion.
I watched in delight as you gently comforted our friends and neighbours who had lost loved ones. And the smiles on the faces of the young injured as you talked to them was a sight to behold. You were so gentle and understanding it brought tears to my eyes.
Another mother summed up the feeling I had when she said "it was the first happy memory from August 15th." As she said these words tears were streaming down her face and I felt that you "Mr. Clinton" were the first light at the end of her tunnel.
For this woman alone I thank you. I don't know who she was or how she was involved in the bomb but I felt it was the first time she had something to smile about since her world was blown apart.
I felt so deeply moved by the courage and the reaction to your visit that day, I wrote the following poem hoping that it expresses the feelings of the Omagh People about the bomb and how we feel towards the people who committed this dreadful act.
HERE COMES THE SUN
We must live through the dreary winter,
If we would value the spring
And the woods must be cold and silent,
Before the Robins sing.
The flowers must be buried in darkness,
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest, warmest sunshine,
Comes after the storm and gloom.
Inspired by the bravery and courage of Donna Marie Keyes.
I. McG
MR. BILL CLINTON
Dear Sir,
As the mother of one of the walking wounded I received an invitation to meet you at Omagh Leisure Centre. I wish to thank you for making it such a memorable occasion.
I watched in delight as you gently comforted our friends and neighbours who had lost loved ones. And the smiles on the faces of the young injured as you talked to them was a sight to behold. You were so gentle and understanding it brought tears to my eyes.
Another mother summed up the feeling I had when she said "it was the first happy memory from August 15th." As she said these words tears were streaming down her face and I felt that you "Mr. Clinton" were the first light at the end of her tunnel.
For this woman alone I thank you. I don't know who she was or how she was involved in the bomb but I felt it was the first time she had something to smile about since her world was blown apart.
I felt so deeply moved by the courage and the reaction to your visit that day, I wrote the following poem hoping that it expresses the feelings of the Omagh People about the bomb and how we feel towards the people who committed this dreadful act.
HERE COMES THE SUN
We must live through the dreary winter,
If we would value the spring
And the woods must be cold and silent,
Before the Robins sing.
The flowers must be buried in darkness,
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest, warmest sunshine,
Comes after the storm and gloom.
Inspired by the bravery and courage of Donna Marie Keyes.
I. McG
Further Information
Publisher: CAPPAGH
Ref: MAG/041
Published Date: 1998
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