Our sister stands before a mirror —
she turns and turns, and oh
how her skirt swirls around her legs.
We sit on the sofa and watch her.

He remembers his youth, he remembers a dance —
He leans back as he speaks.
Where were you last night?
I was at the theatre last night.
At the theatre? How lovely!
Do tell us more —

The mother’s heart was full of fear
as she held her sick child —
The mother’s heart was full of pain —
And even now, her eyes half closed,
                   sees lights, red and blue.