I felt I hardly knew the light of earth
when I sang Eternal Father, Strong to Save
at your grandfather's funeral. Life went on,
but I had felt true loss for the first time.
And then there were marriages, an aunt-to-be
wed a dear friend of mine. Your father became
something of a mystery, suddenly seeming so
much my senior, though forty-eight days younger.
He wed a praiseworthy woman, friend to one I'd loved,
and I stood next to him, despite certain doubts.
Then suddenly you were coming, and friends were
to be fathers and mothers, and I could hardly see
that all the life your newborn April brought
would find its way to me, and flood this heart.
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