To the Son We Never Had

(dedicated to Jeremiah Padya: died on 22 November 2017) I know not if there is a heaven Though I do dream of it each night I know not if it was the plan of God Or some sick joke of the devil Though I have not held you in my arms And never walked with you in the poppy fields I love you still as if I knew you for infinity Your departure has stung our hearts And I still know the angel I saw Three days in our lives we will never forget You are our shining light And as the earth endures While the sea stretches out to the sky Lift up your small hands to the sky Place them in the hands of the great I am Give him a smile for me Hold tightly to his cloak