'THE DAY MINERS CRIED’
It was my first morning shift, I will never forget,
etched in my memory, overwhelming regret.
I constantly ask myself “Could I have done more?”
that tragic scene of destruction, I daily deplore.
Nightmares still haunt, memories so painful,
prayers I still offer, for those lost little angels.
That Autumnal morning, life changed forever,
rescuers digging with earnest endeavour.
Families distraught, Aberfan shrouded in grief,
my mind was in turmoil, it was total disbelief.
Digging for hours, small bodies sadly recovered,
no hope for the future, all violently smothered.
We openly wept, it was too much to comprehend,
colleagues alongside me, totally overwhelmed.
To save those entombed, with time running out,
nothing else mattered, sobbing tears throughout.
On that sorrowful day 144 souls were stolen,
a rain sodden soil tip, leaving families broken.
I still shed a tear, because I cannot forget,
that first shift from hell, it has left me bereft.
Fifty eight years on, a day with me for life,
never to be forgotten, it still cuts like a knife.
Aberfan a village, who on that day died,
it was also the day when ‘ALL MINERS CRIED’
Arthur Cole