Understanding death to the mature seems normal
they know life comes and goes, they’ve seen it all before.
Parents are destroyed, it’s not how it should ever be
hopes and dreams shattered, hearts broken beyond belief.
Death to a young child is they’re taking a really long nap
or sleeping beside Jesus in a sweet gentle place.
But for an impressionable teen life swerves out of control
trying to find a reason where none will ever be found.
Of course, this can be true at any age.
I wanted to make this into a poem, but just couldn’t
find the words. Maybe one of you will need this right
now, and it will help you in some small way. If not, I hope
you remember it, for death is different for everyone
and some never seem to get past it. For some, it alters
their life in drastic ways, breaking them inside ….
some into shards, some splinters, and some into a
million tiny lost bits. God bring Peace to you all.