FAREWELL By Gretchen Reeder, 2/26/09
Our firstborn needs our prayers for him Already on the fearsome way, The "Great Adventure's" lonesome rim Is made for this uncertain day.
This child of ours, so far ahead Does not depend on school excuse. May prayers that now are being said Be all that any soul can use.
As separately he fills the room Yet wanders in another place, The waiting watchers can assume That Judgment meets all face to face.
The light of life that grows so dim Still casts its shadow on the floor, This child of ours, we pray for him, Facing alone the final door.
Oh, may a brother meet him there, And grandparents from either side, The God of Mercy can prepare No less than other hosts provide.
So much we never comprehend, Forgive us as we say goodbye. Each child of ours born a friend We'll miss until the day we die.
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