She hath wings

My little one asks questions

Beyond the scope he should go;

What happened to Nana?

Why can’t I know?

We tell him little snippets

Then say ” When you’re older” then…

Am I older? he earnestly asks

Not yet- we’ll tell you when…

Another “curly” dodged,

But another day will come,

When the youngest of all the grandkids

Wants to ask about Daddy’s mum.

My heart breaks for what he’s missing

He’ll never know that joy-

With his cheeky curious nature,

He would have been “Nana’s boy”.

I wish I could shield him from it-

The evils we shouldn’t have faced

But all I can do is share the hope

On which our faith is based;

There will be a day

When we’ll all see Nana again-

No harm to befall her;

No need for this bleeding pen;

So many years taken away-

Yet death won’t keep its sting;

And we can have that hug from Nana

When we meet our Lord and King.

©️ M.Patterson 7.6.26