Try To Understand

This is a poem that was emailed to me a few months after Little Wade's home going. Perhaps it may bring some comfort to anyone else traveling this same journey.

TRY TO UNDERSTAND

Last night while I was trying to sleep,
My son's voice I did hear
I opened my eyes and looked around,
But he did not appear.

He said: "Mom you've got to listen,
You've got to understand
God didn't take me from you, Mom
He only took my hand."

When I called out in pain that day,
The instant that I died,
He reached down and took my hand
And pulled me to His side.

He pulled me up and saved me
From the misery and pain
My body was hurt so badly inside,
I could never be the same.

My search is really over now,
I've found happiness within,
All the answers to my empty dreams
And all that might have been.

I love you all and miss you so,
And I'll always be nearby
My body's gone forever,
But my spirit will never die!

And so, you must all go on now,
Live one day at a time.
Just understand---
God did not take me from you,
He only took my hand.

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