Too Young

Too Young

I shed a tear or two today, thinking of my son.
His sixteenth birthday was today, his life has just begun.
How unfair it seems to me, for I am forty-three.
Despite the fact I'm middle-aged, my mom's still here with me.
And her mom is still living too, she's doing rather fine.
So my mom could still have her mom, here with us for some time.
Now sixteen years is rather young, to be without your mom.
And though her spirit's with him still, it somehow feels so wrong.
He's going to bless the sacrament, he'll go and preach God's word.
He'll marry in the house of God, and her voice won't be heard.
He will not feel her hugs of joy, or see her happy tears.
No blessed chats, just him and her, throughout the coming years.
And yet despite the pain I feel, with faith I still confide,
The plan of happiness is sure, the Spirit's at our side.
This life at times can be so hard, it’s meant to be a test,
If we will not stray from the path, we'll gain eternal rest.
For now, her face is hid from us, and yet this truth I know,
She’ll witness his life’s milestones, and she will watch him grow.
So though the pain is great at times, and seems to never end,
The day will come when finally, he'll see her face again.
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