The years have softened nothing;
where I walk is rawness still.
Where I walk without my Irvin,
who lies in the sod so still.
Forgive me, God, my bitterness
at death so young and swift;
so final and unyielding
that it set my heart adrift.
I lost too much to ever heal
completely here in dust.
I want to see my little boy,
and so to Thee entrust
my prayers that Resurrection
will allow me to erase
the present misery I feel,
denied his cherub face.
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