A cracked pair of glasses lay frozen in time
Resembling our fractured minds yet keen to learn.
One nation’s heart like bells in a painful chime
Awaiting news of Keith Bennett’s safe return
His mother Winnie Johnson’s maternal pain
In its continuous horror had just began
Thoughts of John, Leslie Edwards and Pauline
Filled his room and her head in a delirious scan.
Evil predatorted the street as in a transit van,
The day of June 16th 1964
Then took Keith Bennett on route to see his Gran
And wasted his life on Saddleworth Moor.
For forty eight years Winnie Johnson cried
While the nation’s sympathy and grief out poured.
Then cancer took her tears and mercifully she died,
Looking for Keith’s body on Saddleworth Moor.
As the moors silently mourned yet willing to ply
The secret location of Keith it quietly retained,.
Her long search under a bleak and unyielding sky
Was taunted by an evil killer playing sinister games.
Not for a moment will we feel or understand
Winnie’s pain or passion as she walked alone.
To find the grotesque grave dug by evil hands
To retrieve Keith body and bring him home.
Goodbye Winnie, your heart is no longer torn
Once again you have found your beloved boy
Your journeys are over, yours souls are reborn
Walk the last mile together in the land of eternal joy.
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Everton Brome (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written by Everton Brome 21st August 2012 with the deepest of sympathy for the family of Winnie Johnson.\r\n Thinking of the innocence ones taken early by evil.\r\n\r\n\r\n
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After today's news his body may never be found. Good write and respect for those who suffered at the hands of these evil killers.
Many thanks.
should your child go missing for TWO minutes there is some pain that will be flooded with relief.
I cannot contemplate the loss if the child goes missing overnight or is even recorded as dead.
Sensitive write. Even if we shall never know, he will answer for it fearfully in the hereafter.
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