All That is Good

The suns first rays shining through the morning mist. 

A glistening flower where the dew kissed. 

A choir of birds bringing in the new day. 

Chattering squirrels come out to play, 

Dawn till dusk through night’s dark blue 

            All that is good…  

               reminds me of you. 

Into the spring air still crisp and cool. 

Children step out, leaving for school. 

Proud parents wish well and wave to their young, 

Toward a future of promise they eagerly run. 

Dawn till dusk through night’s dark blue  

            All that is good… 

               reminds me of you.

From novels of wisdom, the teachers read, 

In fertile minds, they plant hope's seed, 

Inspiring dreams, opening doors, 

A young child’s imagination soars, 

Dawn till dusk, through night’s dark blue 

            All that is good…

                reminds me of you. 

Returning home from school their parents ask, 

Trying not to let the moment slip past, 

How was your day, what did you learn? 

Letters and numbers, how to wait my turn. 

Dawn till dusk, through night’s dark blue 

            All that is good…

                reminds me of you. 

The children are bathed in afternoon sun, 

When to meet their friends they skip and run.

The streets are filled with squeals and laughter 

They live the moment, not what comes after. 

Dawn till dusk, through night’s dark blue 

            All that is good…

                reminds me of you. 

As daylight dims, skies ablaze with color, 

To one last flower a butterfly flutters, 

Again the birds sing as families reunite, 

On the porch swing searching for the first star's dim light, 

Dawn till dusk, through night’s dark blue, 

            All that is good…

               reminds me of you.

A chill settles in, and all go inside, 

The family to dinner, the squirrels to hide, 

At the table they share, their full day with each other, 

Father to son –  to daughter to mother 

Dawn till dusk, through night’s dark blue, 

            All that is good…

                reminds me of you.

Parents lay the children gently down to sleep, 

Praying the angels their souls to keep. 

The owl and the crickets sing a soft lullaby, 

As the stars now shine brightly and the moon rises high. 

Just a typical day, not extraordinary, it’s true 

Yet…

            All that is good…

              reminds me of you.

My Child
 
You don't know how I feel, please don't tell me that you do.
There's just one way to know, have you lost a child too?
"You'll have another baby", must I hear this every day?
Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass away?
 
Don't say it was "God's will", for that is not the God I know.
Would God on purpose break my heart, then watch as my tears flow?
"You have an angel now, in heaven, a precious child above."
But, tell me, to whom here on earth shall I give this love?
 
"Aren't you better yet?" Is that what I heard you say?
No! A part of me has gone, and I will always feel this way.
Perhaps you think your silence will help to ease my pain?
But I want to talk about the child I'll never hold again.
 
Don't say these things to me, although I know you do mean well.
They do not take my pain away; I must go through this hell.
I will get better sure, yet slow, and it helps to have you near,
But "I'm sorry that you lost a child" is all I have to hear.
 
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