Pain A silent scream Echoes through a burnt corridor An eerie feel Surround the charred remains A bewildered look Upon those who shared In your child-like world A disbelief from staff and relatives A whispered regret From those who ignored you A tear-stained sorry For adding to your loneliness A burden to carry ~ The cause of your death Can we ever forgive ourselves? � Elizabeth 11th April, 1996 "This is another in a line of poems I wrote about my brother Peter who died tragically in the Kew Cottages fire in Melbourne Australia in 1996. This poem expresses the pain of regret and guilt of not sharing in his world. It also shows the child-like world he lived in and touches on the horror of the fire. RIP Peter."