Andrea has provided a copy of an untitled poem, written by her dear friend, the late Mel Stein. Andrea comments, "I think terrific although extremely sad/shocking."

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Children always love trains,
The moment of excitement when the whistle blows.
The doors close and the station
Gently disappears behind the tracks.
Children always love trains,
The thrill of the countryside flashing past,
The packed lunch and the questions,
Are we nearly there yet?
Children always love trains,
Until the door is shut and there is no air,
No toys, no food, no light,
And questions remain unanswered.
They are welcomed by dogs and guards,
Dragged screaming from their mothers,
A single teddy abandoned on the rain-soaked platform.
Children always love trains.