I always took for granted,

as a parent, I’d go first,

but somehow in our family

life’s order got reversed.


I believed the day would come

that you would bury me,

but in my sorrow, I now know

that isn’t meant to be.


The wisdom of our Father,

who dwells in heaven’s sky,

Is well beyond that of my own.

I shall not question why.


I pray that He will comfort me,

and help my heart to heal.

Only those who’ve lost a child

can know the pain I feel.


In God’s time I know you’ll be

back in my arms again.

Don’t forget how much you’re loved

and missed, dear child, ‘til then.