The Other Side Of Midnight

The other side of midnight,
Not so many miles away
Enwrapped in hazy memories
Our newborn babies play.

Tended safe by unknown hands
In a place we cannot see
Our babies live another life
From earthly cares set free.

From the other side of midnight
They visit us in sleep
Caress our grief with infant hands
When in our dreams we weep.

Though in our darkest days we seem
A million miles apart,
In time we learn that other place
Is really in our heart.

The other side of midnight
At last we learn to see,
Our babies live within us
Cradled in our memory.

By: Sue Young