It should be raining when children are buried.
Winter sunshine is a gift
But this is the wrong time
To be accepting brightness. Let it rain.
We know there may one day be laughter
Even for those now grieving.
We are made that way. It is how we endure.
Though we also know some will not come back
To sunlight for a long time, and some
Will not at all. It is possible for the heart
To break and not be healed.
For these, their life divides now and forever
Into before and after the day
Darkness found a child too much too soon.