LAST NIGHT I DREAMT OF PEGGY SEEGER
She was singing a peace song to my mum
even though she knew that my mum had gone
as if she believed the dead still believe
in peace after they have gone.
She was singing to the stars and the trees,
singing to the very air we breathe.
She was singing to the robins, blackbirds, bees,
to the grasses in the summer breeze,
singing to the hope we could all be agreed,
like all the peace songs that had gone before,
that this old world would put an end to war.
Last night I dreamt of Peggy Seeger.
From May Day by Jackie Kay, published by Picador, our Summer Recommendation. Available here with 25% off for PBS Members.
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