-Barbara Taylor Hudson-
Someone asked me about you today.
It's been so long since anyone has done that.
It felt so good to talk about you,
To share my memories of you,
To simply say your name out loud.
She asked me if I minded talking about what happened to you.
I told her I think of it every day and speaking about it helps me,
To release the tormented thoughts whirling around in my head.
She said she never realized the pain would last this long.
She apologized for not asking sooner.
I told her, "Thanks for asking."
I don't know if it was curiosity or concern that made her ask.
But I told her, "Please do it again sometime soon?"
A child of Mine" he said,
"For you to love the while he lives
And Mourn for when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty one, two, or three:
But will you, 'til I call him back,
Take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
And should his stay be brief, you'll have his loving memories
As solace for your grief.
I can't promise he will stay,
Since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn,
I've looked the wide world over
In My search for tearchers true
And from all the throngs that crowd
Life's lanes I have selected YOU.
Now will you give him all your love,
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
To take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy this child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness.
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay;
But, should the angels call for him
Sooner than we've planned
We'll brave the bitter grief
That comes and TRY to understand"
-Author Unknown-
