A poem about losing a son
When youth precedes the eyes of age
and plays an unaccustomed role,
then love and grief take center stage
to mourn the loss that makes us whole.
The pain of Mother’s anguished tears,
and Dad’s unbearable regret,
his brother now knows mortal fear,
such wounds may tempt us to forget.
Endure, enfold, embrace the pain;
the loss intensifies the love.
And joyful memories remain,
until we’re joined with God above.
For it’s only in the passing
that the living know the seasons.
And in life that’s everlasting
that we come to know the reasons.
Terrence G. Fisher 1996
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