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.






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