There are tears for what will never be
Sometimes it is better not to think of such,
not to grieve
not to take note of the pain, the loss,
only with blinders to live
to see what is
to focus on where I am placed -
present duty
just-for-this-moment grace
to stay away from the children
mine never will be
to forget for awhile
their normalcy
At least with a death
it is done
someday you'll adjust to them gone
but not this -
it is fresh every time,
a reopened wound
and I cry
tears for what will never be
Jesus bottles them for me
