Auntie’s Lament

Something so monumental

To my vaporous life

Yet I’m not at the center

but off to the side

Gone in a day

Packing up a child’s life

How can we fit such lively memories into this suitcase?

Our goodbyes so concise,

Make it mean something, make it sound nice

Women with briefcases holding a match to the gaslight

But the truth was a knife,

And it cut me twice

two toddler shaped holes in my life

Dreading waking up tomorrow

To remember it’s real again

No laughter, no crying, no children in sight

Can’t seem to reason why

Did I think that He has loosened His grip on them

That He has forgotten His own heart

That He has loved them less now than eternity past?

Did I think that His word would return void

That His providence was untimely

That His sovereignty won’t last?

Did I think that His mercies have grown old

That His lovingkindness grown cold

That His plans have been dashed?

But alas, It is my grief

To think that the right hand of the most high has changed

But His great faithfulness endures,

Praise the Lord

He is the same