(Written after the Oklahoma City bombing on April 19, 1995.)
A Mother's Reverie
Child lost, do you suppose
That we could ever be apart,
That though you’ve left my yearning bosom,
You could ever leave my heart?
Do you suppose that though the years
Bring what they will of joy and strife,
I’ll e'er forget that once there stirred
Within me your sweet precious life?
Do you suppose that there will come
A morning when I’ll not arise
To live again that day when last
You turned to me your trusting eyes?
Child dear, I know you dwell
Within the Lord’s protective might,
But do you know how brave you were
And how I long to hold you tight?
~~ Robert Brault
