There is a natural order that we expect to see.
Where our kids farewell us, in a life full and free.
When the twisted order turns our joy into life so sour.
They are gone, way too soon, untold grief by the hour.
The way, the timing, the empty pain simply isn’t right.
Left in our space the only choice is our wish to reunite.
While ever there is a memory, they are forever live.
Tis just us, they left behind, that struggle to survive.
Time of passing not in our control, devoid of any cheer.
Each day we age is one day closer, that we will be near.
Tis a club not chosen.
For it breaks the heart.
As your world goes black.
Lost ones expect you restart.
Encouraging, watching your back.
Life dreams should not be frozen.
We must be living positively as we live our earthly time.
Until we reunite in a place of love that will forever shine.
There will be a noisy party of joy and tears combined.
The special ones that left us will be the easiest to find.
There will be a welcome that will make our spirits flow.
Of lots of forebears waiting, that we didn’t even know.
There is life, then death, then life forever.
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