It’s so quiet tonight,
I fight back a stray tear,
and wish beyond words,
that you were still here.

I sent you out this morning,
to grow and to learn,
it’s so hard to fathom,
that you’ll never return.

Amidst a throng of reporters,
and roving news vans,
all I wish I could feel
is the touch of your hands.

In this moment of weakness,
though I am filled with fright,
I know the choir of angels,
has new voices this night.

You were taken too early,
too young, too soon,
In my grief I now sing
a long sorrowful tune.

The weight is so heavy,
on this great loving heart,
Why, my little child,
did you have to depart?

To truly accept this,
is a most daunting task,
there are demons to face down,
and hard questions to ask.

Still I hope beyond hope,
as I see your empty bed,
that somehow, some way,
better days are ahead.