One Day

One day my hand is warm with yours in summer spent with love,
The next and you are there no more to reach for me from far above,
One day without your happiness, my world: a saddened shore,
The next and I will know your love my strength forevermore.

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This poem was written for the three and five year old children of Jo Cox shortly after her life was taken.


Jo devoted herself to the service of others through her impassioned efforts as an aid worker in developing countries, her work with Oxfam, and then for a little over a year, as a member of parliament who tried to bring attention to the plight of those in need.