To my son
by Helen Vloeberghs

Alex, my sweet child of light,
You die in your youth,
You take your flight,
Transverse, return to reunite.

Return to the sun, ray of light,
Now absorbed in eternal delight.
They greet you, the Hosts on High,
With them you recount your life gone by.

Now at last,
Mysteries you can ask:
"Why is it so,
I was chosen to go,
I'm not complaining,
I'd just like to know"

Hence the reply:
"Far better for thee,
This saga of woe,
Than a myriad lives,

This ye must know,
You have taken your flight,
To this ocean of light.
Welcome home, Welcome home"

Love from Mummy.