Peering back through this blurred lens' scope across time Two grieving widows cast amid despair; eleven children lost Or better stripped, their lives; robbed of a father's love: poignant Cutting at these edges; still frames in black and white ? Two brothers Somewhat young where one had already died time's tides; intriguingly ironic Considering the possibilities could you turn such hands: be as ghost entombed tears Aneath shattered dreams their veil ?