When I was young

There was a time

When I thought

Poems had to rhyme;

That Mama and Daddy

Would forever be --

When I was a younger

More

Innocent me.

But life went on --

And as I grew,

Back in my mind

I always knew,

That Mama and Daddy

Would die in time;

And all my poems

Wouldn’t always rhyme.

That one day

God would call them home

And all their children

Though not alone,

Would feel

A loss so very deep

But understand

They’d gone to sleep --

Only to awaken

In a better land

Where they could

Walk with Jesus

Hand in hand…

With Henry they

would laugh and talk,

As they took his hand

And began to walk

The streets of gold

They so often spoke of….

Enveloped in the

Hands of Love.

When I was young

I often asked

“Why is life such

An awesome task?”

And they would say

“that’s the way it must be.

When I was a younger

More

Innocent me.

TLH 2006 ©