Is this the fear that mother felt,
That soldier's widow, keeping up his family's tradition
She reared her only child to join the army one day too
Is this the fear, that little girl whose father's at the front,
"Grandmother, is my Papa staying in your house these days?"
Is this the fear that Mother felt in 1947?
She saw them burn a man alive
A knife and chilli powder at the front door her defence
Her baby daughter sleeping through the August afternoons.
