| Our late colleague and friend Dorothy Oger wrote this poem on the day after the terrorist attacks in Brussels in March 2016. At the time of writing, a close friend of hers was missing. Two days later, we heard that he had been killed in one of the bombings. Dorothy’s poem has since been translated into 74 languages and has traveled the world in so many different ways. We are grateful to Dorothy for sharing her poems with us and remember her with tender love. If you’d like to read more about the journey of the poem, please have a look here. |
