A Mother's Loss.

To live with a loss so great After time of month-long waiting Would invite such natural rage, That a child, a babe of no age Who was wanted and loved so much Could die, and would leave me in so much Pain, if Heaven's love did not make Plain to me that my dear child faces A place of tender peace, and clutching Him tightly is Eternal Life, touchingly Singing his lullaby needs. All praise Be if my human heart views these ways As right. Then I can cope, wait to see Him again, sure he has not ceased to be.