A dream, a sigh, a smile, a cry
A longing to just lay and die
A want to join that which is lost
But a knowing what it would cost
A smile, a laugh, a hysterical love
His soul has acended like a dove
And now he laughs upon my grief
Though of my joy he be the thief
“But ah,” he says, “grievest not
Be thankful for the time you got,
For all pass and all die someday
I just didn’t bother to delay.”
And though I shall grieve,
For many a day without relief
In due time I’ll come and listen
To what he says and smile for this son
– To Isaiah, forever may you give glory to God in heaven