That they were not on speaking terms and they had grown apart
And the dying wish of Joan Bindy was that her family
Should reconcile their differences for the sake of sibling harmony.
Her death wish was not granted though family peace she had implored
For her son and daughter now in their early sixties her wishes had ignored
Their differences were not that great but their grudge with them still live
And it seems easier for them to hate than it is to forgive.
Her husband died in battle in World War 2 when their children were young
A soldier gallant under fire his praises have been sung
Buried in the trenches where he fell and his whitened bones now lay
In a foreign field far north of here more than half a World away.
She worked hard to raise her children at a time when jobs were few
In the tough and lean and hungry years that followed World war 2
In time her children gave her grand children till a sibling rivalry
That had been simmering for years gave rise to hostility.
The brother and the sister have not spoken for years
And their mother’s final wishes had fallen on deaf ears
That they reconcile their differences and forget and forgive
But with their petty grudges instead they choose to live.